Lyrics

The 7: 30 train on a Tuesday Enough to last a week in my suitcase I never even wanted this life Hold on I took an empty seat on the Sound side The coachman has a smoke because the rain died The travel talking cuts like a knife Hold on I see that lighthouse glowing / hold a little longer I hear them shorewaves folding / hold a little longer And when you're driving home late at night dear The Verrazano bridge looks so bright dear A glass of Cabernet with my wife Hold On I see that lighthouse glowing / hold a little longer I hear them shorewaves folding / hold a little longer And when you're driving home late at night dear The Verrazano bridge looks so bright dear A glass of Cabernet with my wife Hold On Hold on A glass of Cabernet with my wife I never even wanted this life Hold on Hold on
Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Chynna Phillips, Carnie Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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