Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque

Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good And I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes Crazy little rag doll, her hair was wild and tossed And I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near Till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus Her head was lost in time She didn't know who or where she was And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine Real good friend of mine Point me in the direction of Albuquerque And help me get home, help me get home Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years Rag doll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home