Quiet Rides And Birthday Cards

Well here I am again.
Alone, confused it's all the same.
A bundle of insecurities with every time you call my name.
There are the times that I've felt so incomplete.
Those are the times that I'll be doomed to repeat.
And as I write my dreams, before my eyes the picture is you.
Before my eyes!
This is for you...
Quiet rides and birthday cards, southbound train can take me far.
The only problems that I see those stars won't shine for you and me.
You lost it ...and all alone.
And still I hold onto those snow nights in south jersey.