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