歌词
There's a phone disconnected on the counter by the sink
And a note that you scrawled down on a legal pad in blue ink
Last year I tried the number but the line's dead
So I touch it for good luck when I'm leaving
And I take a train to the city
It feels like my life's playing back in reverse
And somewhere in the static
I hear it mumble a satanic curse
My guitar and some clothes for the weekend
And I wave when we're passing through Brooklyn
The earth starts to open wide
It swallows us whole when we get to the river
And I close my eyes
My ears start to pop as we go underwater
I grip the train seat, breathing steady
I'm gonna make 'em believe
And I ride the B down the 4th Street, climbed into Autumn up MTA stairs
And cut close past the fountain here at Father Demo Square
And the dead leaves scrape the concrete behind me
You think that by now I'd have learned to stop turning
But It's you this time
You're walking alone and you're pushing a stroller
The November light hangs low in the sky and reflects off the water
The gold glare hides me
I could be anybody
And I stand paralyzed on the street
'Cause it's you this time
Oh, it's you this time
But it's you this time
Oh, it's you this time
Up the block when I come to I see our name on the marquee
And I smile 'cause I love you and I know that you found what you need
The future's a rhetorical question
So I open the door and I walk in