Here to hope tomorrow we could see the world
And we’re miles from the middle of nowhere
and neither of us seems to care
I keep looking for something I can’t get
Broken hearts lie all around me
And I don’t see an easy way to get out of this
Her diary it sits on the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would’ve thought that a boy like me could come to this
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must’ve been something you said
is to pretend that I’ve done nothing wrong
and to dream about a train
that’s gonna take me back where I belong
Can I call you sweetheart or even baby doll?
If I had your number, you’d be getting a phone call
Can I leave you a message on your machine?
Letting you know that you’re the bomb
And you blew up on me
Are you anxious to see me
After your next class?
Do you care when I tell you
Step around that broken glass?
we chased through neighbors’ fields.
We could run forever, and I swore to my friends,
their lives I would defend, as a superhero.
But age finds the lust and gives it your trust.
And begs your devotion in trade for discretion.
The years play out as days as those friends pass away.
But you are taken care of, there is always television.