We could buy old overcoats
Our cheeks as pink as wild roses
We could take the subway home
Be closer to our families
And walk through the snow
In the window panes of the train
Never to return again
You could write for picture shows
Waiting tables at a restaurant
Where famous people like to go
And fill it to the brim
And wave goodbye to all our lovely friends
And I could get a job
And stare at our reflections
All the way around Central Park
We could get an apartment there
We can take my station wagon
