88 Songtext
von Jared Feinman

I′m out here in Boston playing the piano
Half past five outside all on my own
No job not a clue, scared of getting old

How do I get home
I want to know
What's the use of growing old alone

I′m out here in Boston playing the piano
Le want to know
Wt the perfect girl get away last night
I guess my fate's just sealed in black and white


How do I get home
Ihat's the use of growing old alone
I don′t know
How much music is left in this soul

But I got my piano
My piano
My piano

All the people watching time is going so slow
I just want to fly can′t live a life with any more lies
Is it my time to go
So I'm crying and sighing

At my piano
My piano
My piano
My piano