Sinatra's spinning in the other roomnShe flips it over, hopes he'll be home soonnnShe's safe in the soundnSafe in the soundnShe turns it up loudnnThe bar is closed now, his friends all said goodbyenAcross the street a diner glows, he steps insidennHe's safe in the soundnSafe in the soundnTucked in the crowdnnThe noises fadenHe climbs into an empty trainnLeans against the window panenSilent as it rolls awaynnBright apartment lights breathe throughout New York tonightnSharing all four walls, we are cradled by it allnnLonely days keep me lying here awakenI write songs just to fill up all the space...nn(to be continued..)