There's a story in your voice And in the way you say goodnight Leaves me wanting more That lingers in my mind Lingers in my mind It was the golden age Of being lost in love
Your wrote the perfect page Then you ripped it up You ripped it up
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 Throw roses at the rich girls
I start to feel ok When is start to feel ok
There's a song inside my head That plays on constantly Loud enough to wake the dead Its a song for you and me Its a song for you and me Those were the sleepless nights Learning to make love An all sunken arms Being too far apart, too far gone
Now I'm waiting for a train From new york to boston Its not supposed to be this way Its not supposed to be this way Throwing roses at the rich girls That's the price I have to pay
When I start to feel ok I start to feel ok I start to feel ok That's the price I have to pay
