The Marc

Are you going to New York with your guitar?
 Or are you going off alone?
 And are you meeting someone?
 Will you think of me when you get there?
 Do you think
 Of me at all these days?
 This train will take you farther than I dare go
 Just outside my head
 It's 600 miles up there
 It's a long drive by anyone's standards
 And I cannot guarantee too many visits
 Cannot guarantee too many letters
 This station has a thousand tracks
 And we our separate paths
 Our separate paths now
 I know that I am hard to Love
 I know that I ask for far too much
 But we get what we ask for and sometimes
 And sometimes we miss the mark
 We miss the mark
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 Now I travel all over with my guitar
 But I remain just a bit alone
 Sometimes I meet someone
 I think of no-one some days
 But sometimes
 Someone's just enough
 To sweetly fill my time
 And sometimes even a dream's not enough
 And sometimes even that dream is too late
 I've missed the MARC
 I've missed the MARC