I'm long gone honey baby
Far away from my home
Went out to find myself
Just found myself alone

Late night trains don't run the way they're supposed to
It's been months since I've been near anyone I was close to
And at the end of the line wildflowers grow on the tracks
I'd return to the cities of my youth
If I knew that youth would come back

I was holed up in my hotel room
When I got a telephone call
Girl down in the lobby
Girl I didn't know at all
It was her last night in the city
And her friends left her behind
She had some thoughts and a bottle of wine
Could she can up and talk a while?
But lord I know what talking leads to.

And at the end of the line
I only had one thought
Whenever something is free
Usually then you're not

F-train to Coney Island
the corridor to my room
Yellow wine in summer
The subway's sweet perfume
It's in the air around my clothes lord
It's in the bookstores you lived above
Sometimes a city is one too many
And a thousand ain't enough

And at the end of the line
I'm reading to my self
Of all the spring afternoons in bars
Could it have been anyone else?






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