By Peter Cincotti, There's so much on my mind
And there's so much more
By Peter Cincotti, Mazy checks her cell phone for the 32nd time
Slips into
By Peter Cincotti, It was high July, another summer on the boardwalk
His skin
By Peter Cincotti, Her name was Juliette
Some girl that I just met
For dinner
By Peter Cincotti, Who's that face on today?s front page
Sticking to my shoe
Empty
By Peter Cincotti, Like April snow blowin? around in Gramercy Park
The two of
By Peter Cincotti, The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning
We
By Peter Cincotti, I'm thinking about you
And I remember everything, all of us
I
By Peter Cincotti, Just like Philadelphia
Freedom means a lot to me
In between the
By Peter Cincotti, What are we supposed to do?
After all that we've been
By Peter Cincotti, Ah well, he had nothing to lose, it was time
By Peter Cincotti, Ringing phone wakes you up, pulling you away
I forgot the
By Peter Cincotti, Time can fly, and days go by
It speeds, we can't
By Peter Cincotti, Standing by the bedroom door
Leaning on the wall
Watching how you
By Peter Cincotti, There?s no more to drink
But it doesn?t really matter
?Cause one