Leaving Home
CHARLES REID, CHARLES STOBO REID, CRAIG REID, CRAIG MORRIS REID
East Coast trains run slow
And Edinburgh seems cold
For eighteen year old's freedom
But Leith feels like New York
All the cars and talk
Moving down the walk all day
So I'm lying in this hotel
Hearing sirens and drunken fights
But I paid cash to the angels
Guarding me tonight
So I'm lying in this hotel
Hearing sirens and drunken fights
And I paid cash to the angel
Guarding me tonight
Dundee's on my own
Cry when I come home
Have to carry on somehow
Leith could be New York
All the cars and talk
Moving down the walk all day