N train going home I am here alone Night falls on city skin That's closed off and withering And I've been thinking of your face The last time that we embraced It feeds me while I count stars From the back of this subway car
Sister, what can I do? Sister, I miss you And he calls twice a week Just to hear me speak And we don't talk about What's gone or who's left without And it's a stone's throw to a black flower It's got me counting every hour When a phone rings late at night There's no way it's ever going to be right Ever again