The caldwells and the oranges. Footprints on this morning's daily news. Counting down the stations. Crosswords on the nougahyde with you. We spent the day remembering the city.
Is she jumping? What an evening to admire the view. Flower in her hair, girl on the roof. I can see her, I believe her, is she asking for proof?. Love is in the air girl on the roof.
From my window sill, overlooking the river. I believe I will forgive her. I believe I will forget her. . From my window sill high above the city. She is gone and I have left her.
Flight of fancy, pick-up trucks. Sky of midnight-mother, son. Life gets lost and I miss those miles behind. Paths don't cross where the flamin' angel rides.
Noon siesta floating off the radio. May has come to rescue Central Park. Watch the kids revive the sounds of Mexico. It gives them a spark and something to breathe.
Elodie, you look older than you act. Elodie, your face in movies makes me want to ask. Hey Elodie, with your tongue and tears. Oh Elodie, could you come down here with me?.
Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun. In a waking city, I'm a loaded gun. I came home tonight to no one. . Not a sound, then it starts. Something speaks from the dark.
We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers. Baby what's become of us. A latent memory of southern springs and summers. Maybe winter in New York.
The sounds of beating hearts so anxious. A sacred rhythm pulsing with desire. The time we spend alone it saves us. The things we learn in solitude inspire.
Waiting in Penn station she is treading pins and needles. A balloon against the ceiling blows around. Rolling up the Hudson with her face against the window.
All your beauty is hard to explain, dancing shadows and light on your face. Every kiss in the world wouldn't make you feel better. What a pity to paint in your lines.
So I'm hitting the town tonight, cinder blocks for feet. Shuffle through all the gazes I know better than to meet. Finally to find a home I finally have to leave.
Jamaica was the lovely one. I played her well. As we lay in the tall grass. Where the shadows fell. Hiding from the children. So they would not tell. We would stay there.
A lady stands before an open window. Staring so far away. She can almost feel the southern wind blow. Almost touching her restless day. . She turns from her window to me.
Though Adam was a friend of mine. I did not know him well. He was alone into his distance. He was deep into his well. I could guess what he was laughing at.
Pretty little one, how has it all begun?. They're teaching you how to walk but you're already on the run. Little one, what you gonna do?. Little one, honey, it's all up to you.
Well I'm a-running down the road trying to loosen my load. I've got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me. One says she's a friend of mine.
Oh, people look around you. The signs are everywhere. You left it for somebody other than you. To be the one to care. . You're lost inside your houses.
Well I've been out walking. I don't do that much talking these days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot. About the things that I forgot to do.
You've shown the grace that is Heaven's reward. While silently facing the challenge of this world. It can't be easy to maintain your composure. When the sky is falling down and you can't hold her.