April 14th

I'm not famous and I probably never will be
But on Saturday afternoons I'm a star
And I quickly cease to worry about what will be
And enjoy these April days for what they are

Sitting on a bus
Talking for five hours straight
about nothing at all and everything

Gathering our things
I'm wishing we could turn around
and do it all again

And tonight
I'll make a cake and light a candle
Just to watch you blow it out

Icy ground
We're going around in circles
but we change direction more than once

Say goodbye
Subway platform, 3 a.m.
I wish you wouldn't go

And tonight
When all the City's dead asleep
I'll be lying wide awake

A glass of wine
Then, perhaps, another glass
And pretty soon, you're on your way

and...

If one year I'm far from home come April 14th
I'd travel day and night to get here, just to say,
"Happy Birthday, baby."



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan O'malley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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