Blind Pilot
New York
I hear the train all night, sound of its wind blowin' 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 the truth, these city veins answer all they 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

I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fold
So don't you now