New York Pay For Pain

You'll come home
I'll be sitting in the living room waiting
That's what I've been doing lately
I know that you want me to come out with you
New York looks good, but can I handle

I go down Harlem River Exit 19, past the school
I bought some juice and trail mix

Time two, everything was perfect
We went out and got drunk
Bought some fruit and cookies
Walked down 146th
And I wish we had your car
To not find a parking spot

I go down Harlem River exit 19, pick you up
Use your lips to remind me how soon is now
Up the pine soaked stairs to your bedroom
I’ll be back next weekend, dream through

Here lies the son of the country, cow patch
Tries to cross the bridge and he drives right into it

Take his ashes to the fountain
Where they dance in the water
Garden, in the shade
Where you lie in the dirt