Michael Braunfeld

Lyrics

You like the thunder 
I like the rain
You said goodbye
On a northern bound train
I can see the people in the windows
Moving from car to car
They're having a time of it living their lives
It does not look all that hard
 
I always thought it would be easy
I've grown tired of the pace
I hear the thunder I'm under the gun
I cannot get out of this place
 
Main Street is empty
The tank's running low
There must be a place
Where we both could go
Like that cafe down on the corner
The one where all the painters meet
Or Paris in the twenties or the Village in the sixties
Or that hotel on Harrison Street
 
No one said it would be easy
I need to see your face
I hear the thunder I'm under the gun
I cannot get out of this place
 
Isn't there somewhere we could go
Where we could be alone
I'll stand right beside you
I'll stand and provide for you
I
I will stand on my own
 
No one said it would be easy
I need just a little space
I hear the thunder I'm under the gun
I cannot get out of this place