| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:23 | 
|
|||
|
New York snow this time of year
There’s nothing more beautiful to me Except for you Making my way on the town and down seeing familiar places, faces In my pile of coffee grounds The days are better, the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road Watching my breath rise in the sun Pulling myself into mid-one Helplessly feel for my phone and drive away This new rhythm I pursue Is just my getting over you Telling myself that I need to The days are better, the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road I’m still looking for a play no one said that it was fair To be alone The days are better, the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road The days are better, the nights are still so lonely Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road Sometimes I think I’m the only cab on the road |
||||||
|
