On My Mind - The Outdoor Type

Blue eyes feels old young heart stuck in this dead city

She leans in close and says

I've got no money

I've got no time

I've got no place

That I call mine

But I've got

New York

On my mind

Berlin

On my mind

Paris France

On my mind

I got you and it feels like

Blondie feels old

Her young heart stuck in a 9-5

World she holds me tight she says

Well there must be more than this

Yeah I heard it I seen it I smell it

And I well I feel it's like

New York

On my mind

Berlin

On my mind

Paris France

On my mind

It's like you

And it feels like

She called me up last nigth from some foreign city

Said the people that she's with you know they're all so pretty

And she's not coming home

I guess there's too much to see

You know once you get out it becomes a disease it's like

New York

On my mind

Berlin

On my mind

Paris France

On my mind

It's like you

And it feels like

On my mind

On my mind

On my mind

On my mind