Favorite Street

This could be my downfall

I'm getting carried away

By every single word you say

Driving home tonight

I hope the world's alright

I'm coming into outer space again

I can't stop I won't go

But I guess you'll never know

The train is rolling out

He has a window seat

So he can see the stars

Above his favorite street

Just above the lawn he's sitting in his room

Trying to write the perfect song

About a love he never knew

And say that you're ok

I wouldn't go that way

It's not for me to say

I don't know you well

But good enough to tell

We weren't meant for this

The train is rolling out

He has a window seat

So he can see the stars

Above his favorite street

Just above the lawn he's sitting in his room

Trying to write the perfect song

About a love he never knew