A New York Warmth

On and on I don’t wanna go home Just the lovely words of another sad song Holding on, it’s too late to go home Just the lonely words of another sad song Every now and then I don’t wanna turn left Just the path I martyr On the way to no where Could you envision me No longer sadly These are the lovely words As we go On and on I don’t wanna go home Just the lovely words of another sad song And we sing Holding on, it’s too late to go home Just the lonely words of another sad song Back and forth Are the trials we cure Would you hold me more If you found me impure And we’re holding on Cause it’s too late to go home As we go On and on I don’t wanna go home Just the lovely words of another sad song And we sing Holding on, it’s too late to go home Just the lonely words of another sad song On the park side of town Silence is a muffled sound No apologies Like sea gulls We are standing free We’re holding on Cause there’s no better place to be So let it snow Go here, there, and before She asked me to leave I kindly closed the door Theses are the times We wish not to endure We look for warm meals Band aids A sore throat to absorb the cure Lungs commenced to whispers Profoundly within your ear A little something To keep your thoughts pure I could ask for no more Than sun lit days That hover above the clouds And shadow The doubts we adore