Lyrics
I'm not famous and I probably never will be
But on Saturday afternoons, I'm a star.
And I quickly cease to worry
about what will be,
and enjoy these April days for what they are.
Sitting on a bus,
Talking for five hours straight
about nothing at all, and everything.
Gathering our things,
I'm wishing we could turn around and
do it all again.
And tonight, I'll make a cake
and light a candle
just to watch you blow it out.
Icy ground.
Going around in circles,
but we change direction more than once.
Say goodbye.
Subway platform, three a.m.
I wish you wouldn't go.
And tonight, when all the City's dead asleep,
I'll be lying, wide awake.
A glass of wine.
Then, perhaps, another glass
and pretty soon you're on your way
and...
If one year I'm far from home
come April 14th,
I'd travel day and night to get here,
just to say,
"Happy Birthday, baby."
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