Needle’s Eye

I want your sincerity, you know. I want a song that will dig into my bones. I want a place to live where I can raise my kids, settle down with you and call it a home
I want a town as big as New York, where the masses and the buildings are born. I want an anonymous place where nobody knows my name; if that were possible, I wouldn't need much anymore
I want a bar where I can drink until my face turns numb. Gimme a bottle of wine so I can kill some time; I don't gotta prove anything to anyone
When I get back to the house, a binding webbing forms
Dream of hell-bound barking dogs, and then walk back out the door
If I get this far when I grow old, I won't want for any fortune of gold
I want the markings, instead, of a life well-lead, and the force of a body turning cold
A lover's eye does define a life that is good and true
Many a times I've been chilled to the spine because I wanted you