New York - Blind Pilot

I hear the train all night, sound of its wind blowin' through

Our subtle lives…

And I have a job to do, walking these cars, walking all this sleep

To get to you

But I don’t feel you stir beside me

And you’re not in my morning hours

Some ties are made to break;

some stalks grow high and green to rot away

And feel the weight

And these lines tell the truth, these city veins answer all they do

So, could you keep me in the pulses?

Could you keep me in the sound?

I got wise and I got old

Not once, not once did I fold

So don’t you now

Maybe you bet on me, while we were still young enough to know

What to believe

But for every year you took, for every soft breath or loving look

Believe me

And don’t keep me like you have me

And don’t kiss me like you don’t

I got wise and I got old

Not once, not once did I fold

So don’t you now

Some land holds a home;

some of my years only hold… me to roam

But I tell myself it’s true, you see a home, you see a man

You see it too

And I say don’t you know you have her?

Go on kiss her now you boy

I got wise and I got old

Not once, not once did I fold

So don’t you now

I got wise and I got old

Not once, not once did I fold

So don’t you now