Driving your car down Madison Avenue
Yellow street light, trash cans green and blue
Just off Broadway a siren starts singing songs
You’re trying hard to keep it tight
but the memory of a past life
Keeps on pushing through
And now when you sleep you dream of bright little lost things
You left behind you
You don’t want them back, you just like the feeling
that you get when you remember
Falling in and out of love
Late nights in the summer
Baseballs in gloves, grass stains on your knees
Kissing in the rain in a Galaxie 500
Sneaking up the stairs while your parents are asleep
Then bodies in beds with names you can’t remember
The streets at 2AM after closing down the bar
The way the day breaks from a rooftop in Brooklyn
Is the way the heart aches to know and to be known
I want to stay here for a while
