lonely in upstate
guess it's just my fate
but i didn't want to wait
or hate...any longer
i need a beer
the coyotes are near
the future ain't clear
but i'm here...maybe stronger
hungry in upstate
no food on my plate
but i can't hesitate
or berate...chin up now
keep the kids happy
steal some time for me
sing me a story
of glory...right now
between the copse of birch trees
and the crabapple tree
i know i can be
a much better me
between the city lights
and the cold cold nights
i know i can be
a much better me
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