I got a book of photographs from old Sing Sing They used to say upstate, and that's what they'd mean It's such a prettier name for such an awful place And every page you're looking at another blank face And you know, you have to find a way to pass time And that's what I've been doing for a while now, baby I've been marking each day with the light on the wall And waiting by the telephone to take that call And you try to change my mind, about to choose this 'Cause you know too well the history of excuses Looking the clean to that liquor machine That can jingle their coffers all gold bus tweed And jingle the heavens and driving the bus 'Cause there's hatches in the back and nothing but this whole hook And you know, I wish that I could change it with a vote But I never found myself on the right side of the polls You got a dream, well, I'm out in the open And there's mountains and trees and the smell of the ocean I try to change my mind, about to choose this 'Cause you know too well the history of excuses I'm down riding on a Hudson River train I'm at the window as we're passing by the Rockefeller Estate I used to buy up all the houses just to clear 'em away 'Cause they cluttered the view of the far palisades Now I came by one house, let alone a valley full And my only view is of some blank wall It gets tired of being confined And waiting around in holes, I got you for tied And I try to change my mind, about to choose this 'Cause you know too well the history of excuses