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.
When I said I loved you it was a lie. Mountains of nothing I felt inside. I had you fooled and I didn't even try. When I said I loved you it was a lie.
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.
Take a walk with me. And lets go back in time. Do you remember. The heat of December. and the way we walked. trhough pouring rain and in a star. and the way we laughed out loud.
The palace guards they're working hard. They stay up late with beaker jars.. They're mixing things in laboratories late at night.. Don't look at them. You'll make them mad..
Unaware that I can hear. You sing your song to me. This melody surrounding me. Is a sound that I can see. Sing your song. Your song of devotion and love.
I love the smell of rain. And to watch the seasons change. And to let the falling snow melt in my hand. I love the sound of waves. And the way that aples tast.
Well I'm goin up the mountain where the water comes from glaciers blue.. Takin up my sweetheart gonna raise ourselves a brood.. Raise em up on honey from bees from buckwheat wine..