Between 1st and A - Punch Brothers

I’ve never dwelled on leaving

Only getting somewhere

But darling I’ll miss these evenings

In my fourth floor walk-up

Villagers stumbling below

Trying to catch each other on the very street where I caught you

With three drinks, maybe more

Four blocks in the summer air

And one kiss at my door

We brushed off the cabs

Looked up past the fire escape

To find us looking back at what we’re leaving to get somewhere

Darling I’ll keep that apartment

In some loud and reckless recess of my heart

I moved there alone to live with a girl like you

Your love drives it home and I might look over my shoulder

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But I’ll never dwell on leaving If I’m getting somewhere