If I had known that there would be a delay
On the A train, I would have walked the 5 blocks
To the 1 train and go my own way
But now I'm stuck in a tunnel
Feeling still on the subway
Columbus Circle
And I'm running to 79th
To see Gwen and ask if it's alright
The things I'm thinking about
What's in my mind
And if my feet keep me grounded
Or stuck in a chorus line
He'd be gone, again, in 2 months time
But this time not on a flight or train
In transit on the tongues that knew his name
Who claim "life's too short"
But forget all the painful days
If I had known that there would be a delay
Then I might have taken another train
But I think it's not about knowing what's best
Or trusting the wind to take the rest
But making a home beneath your feet and the ground
And each step
'Til you reach the last block of Manhattan
And on the matters of life, death, and love
I guess...we can only give our best