Great American Novel

There's a story in your voice
And in the way you say good night
Leaves me wanting more
The lingers in my mind
Lingers in my mind

It was the golden age
Of being lost in love
You 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
Throwing roses at the rich girls
I start to feel okay
When is start to feel okay

There's a song inside my head
That plays on constantly
Loud enough to wake the dead
It's a song for you and me
It's a song for you and me

Those were the sleepless nights
Learning to make love
And all sunken arms
Being too far gone, too far gone

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

The price I have to pay
Throwing roses at the rich girls
When I start to feel okay
I start to feel okay
I start to feel okay

That's the price I have to pay



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Writer(s): Max Jury
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