Which Way Steinway   Written by A.J. Croce   (c) 1993 Croce Publishing (ASCAP)   The other day when we spoke   On the telephone   You said that you were leaving town   One thing I must know   Darling which way will you go   ‘Cause I’m going to pack my things and go along   If it’s Southway I’ll bring my whiskey   Northway wear a heavy coat   Westway I’ll bring my cowboy hat   Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle   Freeway drive it straight ahead   Steinway I’ll bring my hands to play   I’ve been waiting for a reason   Anything to leave this town   I don’t have my roots buried in the ground   No need to stick around   Where are you going, this I must know   If I’m going to pack my things and go along   If it’s Southway I’ll bring my whiskey   Northway wear a heavy coat   Westway I’ll bring my cowboy hat   Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle   Freeway drive it straight ahead   Steinway I’ll bring my hands to play   After hours of thought I’ve changed my mind   I’m happy where I stand   I packed my bags and there’s no room   For a Steinway baby grand   One thing I must know, Darling, which way will you go   ‘Cause I’ve got advice for you to take along   If it’s Southway bring your whiskey   Northway wear a heavy coat   Westway bring your cowboy hat   Eastway learn the Harlem shuffle   Freeway drive it straight ahead   Steinway bring your hands to play