Having A Track Record To Live Up

There's Something About The Sound Of A Train That's Very Romantic And Nostalgic And Hopeful.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.

Take Two Bodies And You Twirl Them Into One, Their Hearts And Their Bones, And They Won't Come Undone.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.