In the Baltimore daily newspaper
Miracles really happen that way
Now, you know me much better than any
And that is why I can't call you my friend
Call you my friend
In all the time that I've known you
Never knowing that I'd let you down
In the tight desperation you stumbled
With nothing to show but these empty arms
Empty arms
Chorus:
The way I'm living now, might as well leave for Baltimore
and the sun keeps shining lonesome