under the eave i felt alone when october came, i'd made it on my own i wrote some stories to get through i'd date each page and start them off to you the one thing that i never could admit the signs i gave in letters that i'd sent in a row it seems the city simply waits she gently warms my feet through rusty grates flowers painted on brick walls well that is why i knew i had to call have you grown up so very fast how many dreams got through the cracks, and you know before you go before you stay before you turn around and say that it's o.k. i'd really love to see you smile and do some living for a while maybe i could rent a car boston really doesn't sound that far we could both drive up to Maine it's april now, that usually means rain my life is like the manuals that i bind if you know a way to take me from the grind you could so 'cause when i close my eyes at night trying hard not to remember it dreaming up a thousand lies to justify the means so take me by the hand and everything will start again don't say you understand we haven't that much time you know before you go before you stay before you turn around and face another day let's go build our way to freedom in the mountains of New England for a while live in style i know you think i'm crazy but life is much too hazy think it through think it through