Last Refrain

I've got a solid vision of the future
I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back
And though I'm feeling kind of useless
I just say, "tomorrow I'll pick up the slack"
I've got a heart of indignation
I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold
And with a thoughtless resignation
I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old
No, I won't feel this way when I'm old

But then you open your heart
And let me in
I say the songs are not written
So let us begin
You've made up your mind
To give shelter from the storm
And the rain's chilled my bones
But the fire makes me warm

And I feel alive in the present
Though everyday I'm reborn
Stronger everyday
I've been sewn, where I was torn

And we can walk through the empty streets together
And stare restlessly at the blocks ahead
As we sit in a café at night and stare through the saxophone solo
That...
Rests in mid sentence, speaking in counterpoint

And we push up together on a crowded train
And we think we're somewhere else
Resting on the saxophone's last refrain

I've got a solid vision of the future
I'm just going to lie to myself and never look back
And though I'm feeling kind of useless
I know tomorrow I'll pick up the slack
I've got a heart of indignation
I've got no time for myself when I'm not feeling bold
And with a thoughtless resignation
I tell myself I won't feel this way when I'm old
No, I won't feel this way when I'm old

But then you open your heart
And let me in
I say the songs are not written
So let us begin
You've made up your mind to give shelter from the storm
And the rain's chilled my bones
But the fire makes me warm