It's a song I wrote for no one and no one's gonna hear
Cause I'd sooner die than sing it, there ain't nobody here
Followed her from Brooklyn, from Brooklyn where she ran
Breaking hearts, stealing cars, and smoking cigarettes
Well, she's pretty and she's skinny and she hasn't got a clue
That I'd be staring at her coffee as the cup begins to cool

Seen her on the subway, first time I ever did
So I followed her down the street to her apartment
And I sat there until morning just a staring at the door
The air is cool but visions of her hair will keep me warm
Her hair will keep me warm

When she left I snuck across and stuck a note inside her box
It read "my dear, you are so lovely and I'd really love to talk"
When she got home then she read and said "my god, what do you mean?"
I don't know, I just go where my heart leads me

Where my heart leads me
Ooh, where my heart leads me

Well, I should'a known something when she called the police
And I should'a known something when she asked me to leave
But a man just can't give up on the girl he wants to keep

Where my heart leads me
Ooh, where my heart leads me