You
There's a story in your voice
And in the way you say goodnight That leaves me wanting more
That lingers in my mind That lingers in my mind
It was the golden age Of being lost in love
You wrote the perfect page But then you ripped it up
You ripped it up So now I'm waiting for a train
From New York to Boston It's not supposed to be this way
It's not supposed to be this way It's the price I have to pay
Throwing roses at the rich girls When I start to feel okay
When I start to feel okay And there's a song inside my head
That plays on constantly Loud enough to wake the dead
It's a song for you and me It's a song for you and me
Lovers were the sleepless nights Of learning to make love
And all the sunken eyes Of being too far gone
Too far gone
So now I'm waiting for a train From New York to Boston
It's not supposed to be this way It's the price I have to pay
Throwing roses at the rich girls When I start to feel okay
It's the price I have to pay
