It's not that I don't know younNames will stand for somethingnBut years of second-guessingnMake for an interesting ride homennAnd I turn down the well-lit streetnLate summer, early fallnI think, do leaves really turn anymorenOr are we just too self-involvednnI'll be home in an hour, dearnI'm on my way home nownOn the phone from MidtownnI can hear the door open and close when you get outnnOh, the momentum keeps you youngnLet's make it count for something this seasonnnI'll be waiting here, darlingnWith a glass that needs refillingnI hope you are alone this timenCause I could use some spacennOh, the momentum keeps you youngnLet's make it count for something this seasonnnOh, the momentum keeps you youngnLet's make it count for something this seasonnnIt's not that I don't know younNames will stand for something