Good Fortune Rose

I’ve been looking for a free telephone
Thought I’d ring to say I was catching the 12.20 home
Out here (yeah yeah, shut the door)
I get so lonely
Out here I get so bored
This is my America this is the place I’m meant to be
With the many tiers of the building smiling down on me
That was my brother you know
Now leave him alone
Out here daddy sas summer’s almost gone
Dream let me dream
I’m on that golden train
Rushing past porch lights
Under sheets of rain
Cos in my mind’s eye
I can see my dreaming rise
From my window seat my home-coming looks so sweet
You say: «Now just mind the step at the doorway
While I reach the light»
Out here I call myself
Good Fortune Rose
Out here Good Fortune Rose
Out here I call myself
Good Fortune Rose
Out here Good Fortune Rose