Leaving Home

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