[00:43.100]I was half awake[00:45.600]Flying down the interstate[00:48.050]Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates[00:53.300]And all the things I just felt[00:56.450]Somewhere in the rust belt[00:58.900]Wondering how many times can a heart melt[01:02.020]Still hoping your season will start well[01:05.970]Pardon my semantics[01:08.930]It's somewhat pedantic[01:11.430]But your outline against the Atlantic[01:14.580]Well it's idyllic and highly romantic[01:17.760]In a dream[01:19.210]Oh I took several transfers to the G Line[01:22.760]Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right[01:26.270]I'd never seen Manhattan at night[01:29.200]I said it's lovely, you said that's right[01:32.780]Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts[01:38.550]They line my dreams in complete rows[01:45.120]On cold days she wears a pea coat[01:51.530]While staring out from the east coast[01:58.350]A furtive glance as the fields roll[02:04.320]A stray outsider that she knows[02:10.480]Could I be someone you need most[02:16.830]When I'm so far from the east coast