I was thinking about Robert E Lee/While sitting in Central Park/The city sighs through the trees/Only my thoughts keeping me company.
Now the right words can be hard to say/ especially when they matter/They are easier to write/It’s natural/ Like falling down a ladder
Tell me why why/why do I let you see//Tell me lies, lies/Cause I let you see/Now you think you’re free/To tell me who to be
I never have a plan, and maybe that’s why I’m alone/But the city seems to be sinking/and there’s doors leading me home.
I know there’s a song I gotta write tonight/Something about a misled kid/ Watching his desires die in the morning light