Tom Siletto - adeline (alternate) Lyrics

Is New York City calling you do you want New York highs
If you get in to drive you might just make it there tonight
Adeline
You're out of line

Will you start dressing different
Wearing black on black at night
You know cowboy boots aren't cowboy boots when you buy them on the Eastside
Adeline
You're out of line

So Tell the L conductor
Turn that f*cker right around
It's a city full of strangers
You're a face out in a crowd
Paying 8 bucks for a coffee
What the hell are you turning into
That city wasn't ever going to fix you
Adeline

I bet you'll miss the silence
When there's no silence in sight
Tell me how are you going to sleep when it's a rat race in those heights
And how are you going to make there when money gets too tight
Its a daddy's money city and
Well you gotta pay a price
Adeline
You're out of line

So Tell the L conductor
Turn that f*cker right around
It's a city full of strangers
You're a face out in a crowd
Paying 8 bucks for a coffee
What the hell are you turning into
That city wasn't ever going to fix you
Adeline
Adeline
Adeline
Your'e out of line
Adeline
You're out of line