(Take, like, 6000? It's just me and everyone who's ever lived in New York on my block, ugh, God)
It's going slow, the letting go
But I'm hopeful
I opened
My throat up
My window
And now my room's cold
I'd never know that I left home
Without the big sign
Sitting on the state line
It was the same drive until the day you came
Now I Iove this road
And it's going
It's going
It's going
It's going
It's going softly
Going quiet
Growing distant
Growing in
Holding me against that state sign 'til I cave in
Holding me against that state sign 'til I cave in
Letting you go is going slow
Though we're not talking
I still have your rock
I should be on the move but I'm still in my socks
With freezing toes
And I'm going
I'm going
I'm going
I'm going
I'm going softly
Going quiet
Growing distant
Growing in
Held up against this state sign
Now I've caved in
Pressed up against this state sign
I've caved in
I'm peeking out behind this state sign
You can come on in