There's a door on the a train
In car 4053.
That is in need of oil,
Sounds like it's whistling at me.
And every time it opens,
And every time it closes,
I look around for you.
So I'm driving to Boston
In someone else's car
And I pull up to the light
Next to this bright red Ferrari
And the woman inside doesn't look like you at all
But she has your hair
And she has your laugh
And you're everywhere
I look around for you.
Focus on your day,
Say you're doing fine.
Line the days up.
I look around for you.
Everything is great.
Everything is fine.
Why not? Everything is you.
So I can sit on the couch
And try to watch TV,
I don't get out of the house
Much at all because, you see,
I'm spending all my time
Nursing this damn psychotic dream
That I will hear the phone,
And I'll pick it up,
And you'll call my name.
I-I-I look around for you.
Focus on your day,
Say you're doing fine.
Line the days up.
I look around for you.
Everything is great.
Everything is fine.
Why not? Everything I see is you.
Oh-oh-oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
Oh-oh-oh.
Ten years and still no word,
I close my eyes and I can see your face.
Ten years. No word.
One word and I'd do anything.
I would love you.
Let go of you.
I will look for you.
Focus on your day.
Say you're doing fine.
Line the days up.
I look around for you.
Everything is great.
Everything is fine.
Line the days up.
There's a door on the a train…
In car 4053…
That is in need of oil…
Sounds like it's whistling at me…

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