these vagabond shoes are longing to stray

He came in to settle me down
to tell me to stop crying
that it was over, and i was ok
and i knew, but things just sucked.
He made me look for the song we had been singing together all night
"in old new york"
he told me it was the loneliest city ever to be in
but we sang about it anyways
and there i sat, still crying
while the big band swelled
and Frank came on in all his glory
he begged me to sing and put his arm around me and rocked back and forth to the beat
my father can't sing at all, but he did for me
he smiled through the song and asked me to play it again
and i started crying
not because i was upset, but because of the sweetness of the situation
and i confused the beat of the drums for foot steps
and i stared at the door in fear
but i realized i was okay.
and even after the secrets had been spilled
i sat in safety rocking to the beat of a city that was not my own
and everything was ok