Great American Novel Testo

There's a story in your voice
And in the way you say goodnight
Leave's me wanting more
Lingers in my mind
Lingers in my mind

It was the golden age 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
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
Throw roses at the rich girls
I start to feel ok
When I start to feel ok

There's a song inside my head
Plays on constantly
Loud enough to wake the dead
It's a song free with me
It's a song free with me
Those were the sweetest nights
Learning to make love
And all your sunken eyes
Being too far gone
Too far gone
Now, I'm waiting for a train
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
Throw roses at the rich girls
I start to feel ok
When I start to feel ok