Great American Novel

There's a story in your voice And in the way you say goodnight Leave's me wanting more Lingers in my mind Lingers in my mind

It was the golden age being lost in love You wrote the perfect page Then you ripped it up You ripped it up

Now, I'm waiting for a train New York to Boston It's not supposed to be this way It's not supposed to be this way It's the price I have to pay Throw roses at the rich girls I start to feel ok When I start to feel ok

There's a song inside my head Plays on constantly Loud enough to wake the dead It's a song free with me It's a song free with me Those were the sweetest nights Learning to make love And all your sunken eyes Being too far gone Too far gone

Now, I'm waiting for a train New York to Boston It's not supposed to be this way It's not supposed to be this way It's the price I have to pay Throw roses at the rich girls I start to feel ok When I start to feel ok