Lyrics

Sometimes a mothers got a hard time finding her way home
And sometimes a daughters gonna do what she’s been shown
Trouble lord trouble that ain’t hard to find
Especially when you’re the troubled kind
That road has no fork
sometimes that’s how you get to New York

And just because you’re loud that don’t mean you’ve got a voice
And free to fuck up endlessly still don’t mean you’ve got a choice
Cause over here on the poor side of town
High’s the only up & it’s meant to keep you down
That road as no fork
And sometimes that’s how you get to New York

How you get on the streets
On your back & on your knees
All the while thinking you’ve landed on your feet

Sometimes rock bottom’s on the 8th floor
of the Empire Hotel
Wishing this stranger would have killed you
Cause you ain’t had no luck yourself
29 years shouldn’t seem like forever
But no one ever told you deserved any better
That road had no fork
And sometimes that’s how you get to New York