New York

I hear the train all night, sound of its wind blowin' through A subtle lapse... And I have a job to do, walking these cars walking all to sleep To get to you But I don't feel you stir beside me And you're not in my morning hours Some ties are made to break; some stalks grow high and green to rot away And feel the weight And these lines tell the truth, these city veins answer all they 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 fold So don't you now Maybe you bet on me, while we were still young enough to know To believe But for every year you took, for every soft breath of love and learn Believe me And don't keep me like you have me And don't kiss me like you don't I got wise and I got old Not once, not once did I fold So don't you now Some land holds a home; some of my years only hold... me to roam But I tell myself it's 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 fold So don't you now I got wise and I got old Not once, not once did I fold So don't you now