Down at the station When I take the train to hell with getting sleep God knows I need it I’d love to call you But our late night calls never go the way Way we want them I hate how we left it I gotta get to New York before I’m home But I’m never home Would it be better if I don’t come back Well maybe it's the last way left to love you Would it be better if we left it here Well I know it’s the last way left to love you There’s rain on the city Lights in the high rise and empty streets Wish you could see it What else can I do I’m too messed up and you know it too And I know it too