I listen to you time and time again

while you tell me just what’s right.

And you tell me a thousand things a day,

then sleep somewhere’s else at night.

I’m going back to Kansas City.

And I love you dear, but just how long

can I keep singing the same old song?

And I love you dear, but just how long

can I keep singing the same old song?

I’m going back to Kansas City.

And you call me to come, then I do,

and you say you made some mistake,

you invite me into your house

then you say: «You gotta pay for what you break».

I’m going back to Kansas City.

Gypsy woman, you know every place I go,

even a thousand miles away from home.

You don’t care if I’m asleep or I’m awake,

this fickle heart just turned to stone.

Going back to Kansas City.