Leaving Home - Proclaimers

East coast trains run slow, 
And Edinburgh seems cold, 
For eighteen year-old, 
Freedom.

But Leith feels like New York, 
All the cars and talk, 
Moving down the Walk, 
All day.

So I'm lying in this hotel, 
Hearing sirens and drunken fights, 
And I pay cash to the angel, 
Guarding me tonight.

So I'm lying in this hotel, 
Hearing sirens and drunken fights, 
And I paid cash to the angel, 
Guarding me tonight.

Long days on my own, 
Cry when I go home, 
Have to carry on, 
Somehow.

But Leith could be New York, 
All the cars and talk, 
Moving down the Walk, 
All day.