Brand New Boots

Damn Was I thinking That I had a hand on the wheel Still? Cause I always leave for New York And wake up on my old street Where the cereal Just sticks itself in my teeth And the same old songs Put me back to sleep I'll start days in my brand new boots They won't chafe, they'll make me taller too And when I go for steak and wine I'll sure make the waitress swoon Once I'm there I'll call back home From Times Square, I'll show them all the view Here even Monday nights are crazy They'll all come over soon Damn I was thinking That I had a hand on the wheel Still, cause I always leave for New York And wake up on my old street Where the cereal Just sticks itself in my teeth And the same old songs Put me back to sleep I'll do eyes with the hotel girl On the nights I miss my train from work I'll see her on a drunken street And tuck her tag back in her shirt And when we dance for the first few times I won't fall, or hold her hands too firm If the bar's too loud to hear her I might have to take her home Man I've been dreaming And I really know how to dream Now it's half three in the morning And there's dishes in the sink But I'll leave them In the way I leave everything And I'll leave this town But first I need some sleep