Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque

Window walking downtown, feeling mighty good And I noticed from the corner how all alone he stood Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise Lonely little runaway with teardrops in his eyes Crazy little rag doll, his hair was wild and tossed And I put my arm around him Because I knew that he was lost He didn't seem to notice that anyone was near Till suddenly he turned to me and whispered in my ear Chorus: 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 His head was lost in time He didn't know who or where he was And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine Point me in the direction of Albuquerque And help me get home, help me get home I walked him 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 his might Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight Repeat Chorus