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