The Commons

My name is called: Wait, one more play
Your dinner is cold, she would say
Can I go? The green awaits
And I won't forget to smile outside golden gates

But I'll leave a letter on a train
No date, no name
For a stranger to turn and read
And for a moment, I'll be free

We'll walk for miles and candles will flame
And I'll write more letters, no date, no name
Can I go? The green awaits
I won't forget to smile outside golden gates

And I'll leave a letter on a train
No date, no name
For a stranger to turn and read
And for a moment, I'll be free

Why him? Too young, too soon
I don't wanna be the adult in the room
Can he go? The green awaits
I'm sure he smiled outside golden gates