You’re where all the poets go.

You’re where all the ashes blow.

You’re the kind of maker,

that makes the whole world come true.

My baby she’s inside me now.

I made her a place to settle down.

It’s close to my heart,

she likes the sound.

It’s twenty minutes out of town.

Airline water breaking fast,

In New York city- low on cash.

Another week and you’ll be back.

And you’ll be staying home at last.

But don’t act broken,

even when you’re broken.

It’s just one of those things.

Thank god you’re timeless,

cause my watch got stolen.

It’s the good stuff that you bring.

And don’t be crushed.

This city will always bug you baby,

I know for me it does the same.

It’s pretty I suppose from inside a plane,

That’s heading for another place.

But wave and blow me one more kiss,

You’re a dead eye, baby you never miss.

There’s not much else as sweet as this,

I waved so hard I broke my wrist.

But don’t act broken,

even when you’re broken.

It’s just one of those things.

Thank god you’re timeless,

Cause my watch got stolen.

It’s the good stuff that you bring.

And don’t be crushed.