My face coming down in streaks. All alone with your things the apartment still ringing. Clear up and make my start. Not the way I hoped for. Well welcome to New York. Nothing movie-like. Nothing magic. People just tire to fight the constant battle. Waiting to see a sign?. Then you've seen the best already. The train comes at 1:15. He said: "Maybe I'll leave. Give you time... let you think.". Don't know just what he wants. I'm all that I've got. But this time I'm on it. Nothing movie-like. Nothing magic. People just tire to fight the constant battle. Waiting to see a sign?. Then you've seen the best already. Then you've seen his best already. This time believe it. Believe me. This time you'd better believe it. You know I'm gone