Lyrics

Salina, summertime, everything is so green
Peach pie, summer wine, under my elm tree

People downtown, they all know me by name
Oh lord, city life, nothing is the same

And I miss that home
Sitting in an Automat alone

New York, wintertime, everything is so grey
People everywhere, not a friend to be had

I came looking for something better than that
Now I'm looking at coffee and regrets

And I miss that home
Sitting in an Automat alone
Automat

And I miss that place
Miss the old, familiar pace
Lord I miss that home
Sitting in an Automat alone
Automat