Upon the rails,
Among the weeds,
I had a moment of, serenity.
I saw you stand,
In all the green,
Upon the rusting rail,
Balancing.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
In your bed.
In Morristown,
You had magazines, thrown around.
From under them,
The phone it rang,
And in the margin there,
You wrote the number down.
You were the only answer,
My plans spun all around you,
Five years in the wrong I am assured,
My name to you is just another word,
Another word,
Another word,
The only answer,
Another word,
The only answer,
The only answer,
The only answer