Lyrics
The 7: 30 train on a Tuesday
Enough to last a week in my suitcase
I never even wanted this life
Hold on
I took an empty seat on the Sound side
The coachman has a smoke because the rain died
The travel talking cuts like a knife
Hold on
I see that lighthouse glowing / hold a little longer
I hear them shorewaves folding / hold a little longer
And when you're driving home late at night dear
The Verrazano bridge looks so bright dear
A glass of Cabernet with my wife
Hold On
I see that lighthouse glowing / hold a little longer
I hear them shorewaves folding / hold a little longer
And when you're driving home late at night dear
The Verrazano bridge looks so bright dear
A glass of Cabernet with my wife
Hold On
Hold on
A glass of Cabernet with my wife
I never even wanted this life
Hold on
Hold on