Four hours and six minutes left Stop right now Stop right here Try and make this thing work Third kiss on the hand In the second parking lot We visited today Oh baby The air tonight is hard to breathe For the first time in months, I think For the first time in six months I can hardly believe it could even be sweet One look and my breath just left Before I knew What could I do I'll try and make this thing work Five minutes turned to days And the months rolled over like rain Bittersweet New York morning She waved goodbye from her train There's gotta be So many things I wish I said There's gotta be at least a hundred So we're up 'til 2, me and you To even just keep you up on a few