Colorado

I can’t get used to waiting in this cement room
All night long I’ll dig to China with my silver spoon
I didn’t kill that man I called it self defense
Now I watch the world go by through a twelve foot barbed wire fence
At night I pray that you’ll be true
And though I’m locked away my heart belongs to you
In a New York minute I’d break through these prison walls
In a New York minute I’ll be gone
Forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days
Twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn
Soon I’ll break through
I’ll find a Greyhound home to you
No more broken bones and frozen toes and dosey does
With my man Joe I love him so and if I find the time I’d let him know
At night I pray that you’ll be true
And though I’m locked away my heart belongs to you
In a New York minute I’d break through these prison walls
In a New York minute I’ll be gone
Forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days
Twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn
Twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn