New York

I hear the train all night sound of its wind blowing through our subtle lives and i have a job to do walking these cars walking all asleep to get to you but I don't feel your stir beside me and your not in my morning hour some ties are made to break some stalks grow high and green to rot away and feel the wake and these lines tell the truth these city veins answer all you do so could you keep me in the pulses could you keep me in the sound i got wise and I got old not once, not once did I fall so don't you know maybe you bet on me while we were still young enough to know or to believe for every year you took for every soft breathe or loving look believe me and dont keep me like you have me and dont kiss me like you don't I got wise and I got old not once, not once did I fall so dont you now some land holds a home some of my years only hold me to Rome but I tell myself its true you see a home you see a man you see it too and I say don't you know you have her go on kiss her now you boy i got wise and I got old not once, not once did I fall so don't you know i got wise and I got old not once, not once did I fall so don't you know