Great American Novel

There's a story in your voice And in the way you say good night Leaves me wanting more The lingers in my mind Lingers in my mind It was the golden age Of 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 From 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 Throwing roses at the rich girls I start to feel okay When is start to feel okay There's a song inside my head That plays on constantly Loud enough to wake the dead It's a song for you and me It's a song for you and me Those were the sleepless nights Learning to make love And all sunken arms Being too far gone, too far gone Now I'm waiting for a train From New York to Boston It's not supposed to be this way It's not supposed to be this way The price I have to pay Throwing roses at the rich girls When I start to feel okay I start to feel okay I start to feel okay That's the price I have to pay