This city must belong to someone But it don't belong to me From the window I got here I count the traffic through my tears Wanting to write my ticket Write my ticket home. I got to get back in the arms Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people Who have always been about me Take me back I was wrong Write my ticket home Place called Suzie's and the waitress She says, girl, you'll get used to all this There is no way she could see How much that cold rain gets to me How much I've traded for a picture in my mind I got to get back in the arms Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people Who have always been about me Take me back I was wrong Write my ticket home I can hear them sitting and joking She talks so weird Though she come back broken Well I had to drive I eat some pies I wish I would talk? I got to get back in the arms Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people Who have always been about me Take me back I was wrong Write my ticket Write my ticket Write my ticket home