Once it down with the fifth the June Here in the pocket of the jacket I'm in Slipping on ice as I drift downtown Cause that is the place where all lost girls are found And the cold cutting my bones, It's the cold it makes me wonder Why I left home I think it's time that I hit South for the winter Told the taximan where I'm tryina go Find the kinda fun that feels good to leave the home Seems any city can make you ghost But New York's the town that makes me lonely the most And the cold cutting my bones, It's the cold it makes me wonder Why I left home I think it's time that I hit South for the winter