Not for the Life of Me

I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
 I memorised the subway map too
 It's one block north to Macy's and two to Brothers Brooks
 Manhattan, I prepared for you
 You certainly are different from what they have back home
 Where nothing's over three stories high
 And no one's in a hurry or wants to roam
 But I do, though they wonder why
 They said I would soon be good and lonely
 They said I would sing the homesick blues
 So I always have this ticket in my pocket
 A ticket home in my pocket
 To do with as I choose
 Burn the bridge, bet the store
 Baby's coming home no more
 Not for the life of me
 Break the lock, post my bail
 Done my time, I'm out of jail
 Not for the life of me
 A life that's gotta be more than a one-light town
 Where the light is always red
 Gotta be more than an old ghost town
 Where the ghost ain't even dead
 Clap-a-your hands, just-a-because
 Don't you know that where I am ain't where I was
 Not for the life of me
 Boh-doh-dee-oh
 Not for the life of
 Not for the life of
 Not for the life of me!