Lyrics

the yellow cabs don't stop
down broadway I turn my head to the sidewalk
use what little money I have at a diner

I didn't know that I could be so wrong
I can find a few things to blame it on

I looked right through you
and you could only watch me fall
like rain on a window

in the cold museums
in the sports colosseums
were you just a bank receipt in my pocket

the nights were free set my mind wandering
a light that shined only for me
I followed until my legs became weak

south through the city over the bridge
through turnpikes and tiny roads
curving through dead meadows
where spring violets will grow
to the wetlands and shore sands
of Cape May

I looked right through you
and you could only watch me fall
like rain on a window

greying greens, blues so deep
the dormant volcanoes sleep

the wind has blown, the moon is full
the bird have flown
gold on gold on gold on gold on gold