I抳e been to New York City
And I walked the weakest roads.
Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman,
All dressed in holy robes.

And all that�left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it�in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I�lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.

I抳e been to Chicago
And don�think I haven�crossed the seas
Seen Milan and its model fashion.
It brings me to my knees.
I think I抳e come undone.

And all that�left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it�in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I�lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.

And all that�left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it�in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I�lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.

And I think I抳e come undone.