Blind Pilot - New York

I hear the train all night, sound of its wind blowing 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 a truth, these city veins answer all we 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

Written by:
AARON NEBEKER

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