David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
David Bowie
Come back to the city
They tell me you're sad
Come back if you can, just take a train
I'm sorry you left me
It's hard to be real when
Everyone is so hot to be king of the city
I'll be here, little darling
I'll content for our love
It's not worth the pain to feel love
I'm on the good side of town now
Where the people are real, so
Come back to the real thing, baby
I'll make it all slow down, baby
We'll tell our friends we're finding our own way
Don't be long, little darling
Just forgive me and come home
Should I call on your father and tell him you're mine?
Do you need bread for the train fare?
I'll send it right away, so
Come back to the real thing, baby
I'll make it all slow down, baby
We'll tell our friends we're finding our own way
Come back to the real thing, baby
We'll make it slow down, baby
We'll tell our friends we're finding our own way
We're finding our own way
We're finding our own way
We're finding our own way