Broke in New York

Hidding on the matrices of his bad I was smoking till I passed out Drink till I forgot my name I spend the summer again Summer on my skin Wake up every morning wondering where I have been Everything is too young momma can I come back home I was a war

Miracle - Glory Days Every day of my life see the world in black and white and I God thank that I'm alive I know what girl made of glass it breaks my heart and she's in mess why can't this be all I need In the night of life we could've been a miracle

You've been tangled in your map so far away Your broken shoes are withered and afraid, yes So come on, come on home Just come on home You got Kansas city wrapped up in your brain But your passing always call you it's a strain, yes Come on home, come

I was broke in New York, Didn't have a dime in Carolina Or the roll in hell to find in Tennessee I left my heart in California Died alone in the northern sea But sometimes they just don't believe me Oh, and I feel like I'm lost in my soul Baby, I jus