This Year

This year the gravel will hold

when I lay down tracks

aspirations will become actions

when it’s never overcast

if you want I will take you

but we have to go now

this year the time will pass slow

’cause I’m wanting you in New York

more than you’ll ever know

if you want to I will take you

but we have to go now

if there’s a will, I will pay

for your ticket

late to bed and early to rise

I will see everything under the city lights

the miscalculations and great expectations

I forgot to leave at home

so I’ll keep a quarter in my pocket

for when the search can’t keep me warm

and I will break and I’ll call you and wish

I’d never left home

I’m a sucker, I thought I had it all worked out