From the recording THE GHOST OF IT ALL

Lyrics

Three AM…it’s bright
No more dancing
From empty club to empty street
It’s late and who am I kidding?
A single bed in New York
Waits for my return
Along the sidewalks
And down into the subway
I’ve learned enough to know by now
The turnstiles
Are turning one way
A single bed in New York
Waits for my return
A single bed in New York
Ten years ago you were the same...and I came to you and felt this way
And forgot to let go when you turned away
Well, lonely hearts, spin their
Fairy tales
And stumble out of empty bars, chasing love’s
Vapor trails
A single bed in New York
Waits for my return
A single bed in New York
I can’t keep holding on
I give you my surrender
Now