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New York, New York temperature's droppin' The band's out shoppin' not stoppin' till ears pop Cops protect shops, lotsa yellow cabs and bell hops An' it never stops I'm waiting to do an interview, so much to tell you Today I feel close enough to smell you Additional date they were planning just fell through Florida's out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow So there's not really long to go Tonight will be a brilliant show lettin' you know I miss you more than four hits the floor at a party Send my love to everybody Honey I'm writing from DC, feelin' quasy Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy The T. M. Recommend Sanatogen Not one of them could resist takin' the piss I miss you like a lock on the door what's more I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great But there's fifteen of us on a bus state to state So I stay up late with a tape or meditate My bed is travellin' at 55 mph When we make it to L. A. I'll still be miles away It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest God Bless We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun's shinin' Bus driver's reclinin' on the grass as the truck's pass Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass On the windscreen. As for us there's too much to relate We've done five gigs but we're only in our third state America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate Only place in the world even I could gain weight Our next day is Wilmington, Delaware, open air There's a rumour Melle Mel'll be there Anyway, All the best, God bless I'm yawning I really miss watchin' you get dressed in the morning