I want your sincerity, you know. I want a song
That will dig into my bones. I want a place to live
Where I can raise my kids, settle down with you
And call it a home
I want a town as big as New York, where the
Masses and the buildings are born. I want an
Anonymous place where nobody knows my
Name; if that were possible, I wouldn't need
Much anymore
I want a bar where I can drink until my face turns
Numb. Gimme a bottle of wine so I can kill some
Time; I don't gotta prove anything to anyone
When I get back to the house, a binding
Webbing forms
Dream of hell-bound barking dogs, and then
Walk back out the door
If I get this far when I grow old, I won't want for
Any fortune of gold
I want the markings, instead, of a life well-lead
And the force of a body turning cold
A lover's eye does define a life that is good and
True
Many a times I've been chilled to the spine
Because I wanted you
