Texty: Everybody Else Wins. Keep It A Secret. Broadway Lights The Star.

Off the subway at 6:00am
These neon lights are growing dim
Gypsy lady sing to me
Despite these sour rainbows and slanted peaks

Wrote these ideas down in my head
But I?ve lost them once again

And the radio plays just a little too late and a little too low
And emotion it fades just a little too late and a little too low

Off the subway at six a.m.
The neon lights are fading dim
Gypsy lady sing to me
Despite these sour rainbows and slanted peaks

I feel the sun on my face
Kinda feels like a steel train
Just like a heat wave comin? on
Two hours and I?ll be gone

Wrote these ideas down in my head
But I?ve lost them once again

And the radio plays just a little too late and a little too low
And emotion it stays just a little too late and a little too low