The church bells tell me it’s time to get up.
10 o’clock sounds good to me.
I remember how good I felt under the crisp air with you.
But not the you you’re thinking of.
Im going to raise my family
Heaven knows if it’ll be you or someone I’ve yet to meet. Maybe in Brooklyn.
But It’s ten past 10, and the church bells are still sounding
And I finally feel okay without you