Stuck With You, Ten Years On

The L train stalled out on the tracks. 10 minutes till the ball would

drop. My champagne bottle in a paper sack. I thought the

night was gonna flop. But then I saw you in that Brooklyn crowd.

Blue dress shivering in the cold. The conductor came on speaking loud. But we just

laughed until the stories unfolded. Now we're at 10 years down the line.

From a subway car to a glass of wine. We traded the city lights for

a front porch view. But the best luck I ever had was getting

stuck with you. Yeah. The world stopped moving on New Year's Eve