I never go to new york city these days
Something about the buildings in chelsea just kills me
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe when things are different for me,
Maybe when things are different for you
You know all of this shit, just sticks in my head
Is there anything different these days?
The light in her eyes goes out
I never had light in my eyes anyways
Maybe things are different these days
2 comments:
is this a poem you wrote.
it actually sounds like lyrics from that one paul simon album
chad
It's a Counting Crows song. It's the hidden track on their double live cd you have. You need to hear it-it's got some awesome horn parts.
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