Down at the station
When I take the train to hell with getting sleep
God knows I need it
I’d love to call you
But our late night calls never go the way
Way we want them
I hate how we left it
I gotta get to New York before I’m home
But I’m never home
Would it be better if I don’t come back
Well maybe it's the last way left to love you
Would it be better if we left it here
Well I know it’s the last way left to love you
There’s rain on the city
Lights in the high rise and empty streets
Wish you could see it
What else can I do
I’m too messed up and you know it too
And I know it too
