CLC

Oh what I’d do for a life in the country
A little house on the outskirts of town
I’ve done some in this dusty apartment
Enough to know when it’s time to get out

Oh New York, you know that I love you
Fifteen years of my heart and my soul
I rode the train with eight million strangers
And I heard some secrets I’ll keep for my own

Yeah I’ll miss my friends and family
Might even miss the sound of one fourteen
I’ve grown used to constant chattering
Unsavory and unflattering
Oh the stories I could tell you
What I’ve seen
Seems like a dream to me

Patience
My old friend
I could have used you
How I hate to lose you

I don’t want to lose you
I only want to love you
Without the limitations of our normal day to day
In leaving you this body
My mind is free to wander
I travel back in time
In hopes that I might find you once again