I'm sorry I didn't turn up
for our date the other night
When I got off the A at 14th Street
The invisible lump in my throat swelled so
And I knew I must retreat
You can make it home, you can
And then, the tears, one stop away from home
Breaking forth in the tight quarters of the rush hour commute
Are you okay?
Yes, oh yes. I bury my face in my wool cap

Mother never let me cry in cold weather
Tears can freeze on your face forever
And that just wouldn't be pretty now would it?