(Ronnie Lane). I wish I. I wish I was in Richmond. I do I would I. I wish I. I wish I was back home. I'm waitin' here in New York City. The rain is falling. There's no one who cares. There's no one loves me here. The women. They may look very pretty. And some they know it. But some look good. They show a leg and smile. But they all look like the flowers. In someone else's garden. I'll not act on love. for anyone but you. Hmm-mmm Hmm-mmm.