Lying here’s like heaven
Never known the likes of you
Found each other too late
A trace of blue
You kiss me softly on the cheek
Already missing me
Eyes locked on each other
Chasing a dream
We missed the train we could have rode on
Disappeared down the line
Arrived too late at the station
Weren’t no tickets to buy
This room is a cheap one
Meant for me and you
No one will find us here
Hiding from the truth
Hold me close one more time
Then we’ll have to go
Back to our lives already made and dying
Til our next time alone
All songs ©2019-2026 Bill Soden
All rights reserved
Recorded & mixed by Tom Mandel, NYC