This is a melody for the taking
there's a better one
But I have yet to figure it out
This may be the last song I will ever sing
Making it a most significant thing
I spent the month of May
riding toward you on your pedestal
You locked yourself away
but misplaced the key
And this may be the last chance that I will ever have to make you mine
Making it a most significant thing
And I will not let her down
New England waits for my face
The city's mazes
sing my praises
From here to the other end of town
No, I will not let her down
So I sit and wait for rain
for a better day
I read it like the books I bought at the corner store
And this may be the last song that I will ever sing
Making it one hell of a most significant thing
New England waits for my face
And I will not let her down
The city's mazes
sing my praises
From here to the other end of town
No, I will not let her down
I traveled near
I traveled far
I took your hand
but I wanted more
I took a bite
of what was real
You taught me once it's okay to feel
This is a melody
for the takingthere's a better one
But I have yet to figure it out