Josh Groban

So it goes, history shows
Deserts must expand
And camels sail like wooden ships
Like women on the strand
There's sand on Second Avenue
And the wind blows like a train
Taxis light up like a string of pearls
Around the block again
And I remembered everything
And every windowpane
Every word came back to me
The way it used to be
Then I saw your face across the street
And my heart was home again
There's a bus that leaves at eight fifteen
And another one at ten
Should I climb aboard, risk everything
And ride it to the end