Great American Novel - Max Jury

There's a story in your voice

And in the way you say goodnight

Leave's me wanting more

Lingers in my mind

Lingers in my mind

It was the golden age being lost in love

You wrote the perfect page

Then you ripped it up

You ripped it up

Now I'm waiting for a train

New York to Boston

It's not supposed to be this way

It's not supposed to be this way

It's the price I have to pay

Throw roses at the rich girls

I start to feel ok

When I start to feel ok

There's a song inside my head

Plays on constantly

Loud enough to wake the dead

It's a song free with me

It's a song free with me

Those were the sweetest nights

Learning to make love

And all your sunken eyes

Being too far gone

Too far gone

Now I'm waiting for a train

New york to boston

It's not supposed to be this way

It's not supposed to be this way

It's the price I have to pay

Throw roses at the rich girls

I start to feel ok

When I start to feel ok

When I start to feel ok

It's the price I have to pay