[00:43.44]I was half awake[00:45.91]Flying down the interstate[00:48.38]Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates[00:53.62]And all the things I just felt[00:56.76]Somewhere in the rust belt[00:59.20]Wondering how many times can a heart melt[01:02.32]Still hoping your season will start well[01:06.27]Pardon my semantics[01:09.23]It's somewhat pedantic[01:11.73]But your outline against the Atlantic[01:14.88]Well it's idyllic and highly romantic[01:18.06]In a dream[01:19.51]Oh I took several transfers to the G Line[01:23.06]Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right[01:26.57]I'd never seen Manhattan at night[01:29.50]I said it's lovely, you said that's right[01:33.08]Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts[01:38.85]They line my dreams in complete rows[01:45.42]On cold days she wears a pea coat[01:51.83]While staring out from the east coast[01:58.65]A furtive glance as the fields roll[02:04.62]A stray outsider that she knows[02:10.78]Could I be someone you need most[02:17.13]When I'm so far from the east coast