she grew up in a cab in new york city
always wishing for a home
we made plans to meet in kansas
as i landed, she’d already gone
she’s been somewhere ‘round the bend
somewhere only god knows when
i made this bed i’m laying in
she falls in and out of love
i was born to chase the sun
i guess i'll burn myself again
'Rose Marie' - Edward & Graham
Another beautiful song that I listen to very often.