The latest song for my try-to-learn-piano-parts-and-fill-in-the-rest endeavor.

Move to New York City
Take your woman by the hand
Leave her there with your things on the doorstep
And there’s no way around it
Could this be our last dance?
So fall asleep with the tv darling
I’ll be back again

~Twenty Years
Augustana, Can’t Love, Can’t Hurt