MILLIE:

I've studied all the pictures
In magazines and books.
I've memorized the subway map, too.
It's one block north to Macy's
And two to Brother's Brooks.
Manhattan!
I've 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.

MILLIE tears ticket into bits.

Burn the bridge!
Bet the store!
Baby's comin' home no more--
Not for the life of me!

Break the lock!
Post my bail!
Done my time I'm outta jail!
Not for the life of me!

A life that's gotta be more than one a light town
Where the light is always red.
Gotta be more than an old ghost town
Where the ghost ain't even dead!

Clap your hands
Just-a because
Don't ya 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!