"But now I'm under the ground in New York City
I miss the water from the wells back home
And that's exactly what the papers said would happen
If I keep boarding crowded subways alone
So I tried to surround myself with real love
You know, the kind that make them wheels go 'round
I get so low I need a little pick-me-up
I get so high I need a bring-me-down"
I love this verse:
"But now I'm under the ground in New York City I miss the water from the wells back home And that's exactly what the papers said would happen If I keep boarding crowded subways alone So I tried to surround myself with real love You know, the kind that make them wheels go 'round I get so low I need a little pick-me-up I get so high I need a bring-me-down"