The 7:30 train on a Tuesday
Enough to last a week in my suitcase
I never even wanted this life
Hold on, hold on

I took an empty seat on the South side
The coachman has a smoke 'cause the rain died
The travel talking cuts like a knife
Hold on, hold on

I see that lighthouse glowing, hold a little longer
I hear them shorewaves folding, hold a little longer

And when you're driving home late at night, dear
The Verrazano bridge looks so bright, dear
A glass of Cabernet with my wife
Hold on, hold on

I see that lighthouse glowing, hold a little longer
I hear them shorewaves folding, hold a little longer

And when you're driving home late at night, dear
The Verrazano bridge looks so bright, dear
A glass of Cabernet with my wife
Hold on, hold on

A glass of Cabernet with my wife
Hold on, hold on

I never even wanted this life
Hold on, hold on