#28 GRAND CENTRAL STATION
#28 GRAND CENTRAL STATION
(Americana)
Four faces made of opal
It's worth twenty million.
Hey, just a stupid old clock,
My tears begun.
"Meet here, leave for the weekend,"
He said. "Drink, dancing, fun."
When I look down at my screen,
Text says we're done.
We'd been fine for quite a time,
All the troubles now behind.
Told friends we were back online,
Turns out he was just lying.
And now I'm...
Crying by the clock in Grand Central Station
There's no one who stares,
But no one who cares.
Falling's just like flying,
Without the information.
That's me at this location,
Standing all alone in Grand Central Station.
I'm sitting on my suitcase,
Looking around, just in case.
Calling, texting, all's silence,
But then it starts to makes sense.
To me we would be lifelong,
To him, we were just plain wrong.
Each face of the clock is curved,
Up high, seen in a crowd.
Talking 'bout the damn clock so I
Don't scream aloud.
Text says "It's better this way."
You don't say. Maybe for you.
All I have is the question,
What do I do?
Other than keep...
Crying by the clock in Grand Central Station
There's no one who stares,
But no one who cares.
Falling's just like flying,
Without the information.
That's me at this location,
Standing all alone in Grand Central Station.
Crying by the clock in Grand Central Station
There's no one who stares,
But no one who cares.
Falling's just like flying,
Without the information.
That's me at this location,
Standing all alone in Grand Central Station.
Thirty thousand people an hour, heading home,
And yet somehow here I am, standing all alone.