Standard (EADGBE)

 I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow

 Where the sun refuses to shine

 Then to be here alone, knowing that you’re gone

 It would cause me to lose my mind

Chorus

 So blow your whistle freight train

 Carrying me far on down the track

 I’m going away I’m leaving today

 I’m going and I ain’t coming back

 I’d rather be stuck in some dark hollow

 Where the sun refuses to shine

 Than to be stuck in New York City

 In a small room with you on my mind.

Repeat Chorus