The Stars Don't Shine In Westchester Lyrics (by Man Without Plan)
nothing going on except in my head
so I went out to wake the dead
got a cup for the cold
hot brown brew to break the mold
got the music, the winter mood
on a quest to dissolve the glue
what am I waiting for?
what am I hurting for?
all those times are here no more
gone out through an automatic door