Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Window walking downtown, feeling mighty good
And I noticed from the corner how all alone he stood
Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise
Lonely little runaway with teardrops in his eyes
Crazy little rag doll, his hair was wild and tossed
And I put my arm around him
Because I knew that he was lost
He didn't seem to notice that anyone was near
Till suddenly he turned to me and whispered in my ear
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Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home
And help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home
Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus
His head was lost in time
He didn't know who or where he was
And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
And help me get home, help me get home
I walked him to the station and kissed away the tears
Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years
Rag doll on that Greyhound who waved with all his might
Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight
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