She made Manhattan wake
Yet still she'd understate
She was the burning truth
The embers of my youth
Please don't tell me
In time it's easy
Because I can't forget
The warm touch of her hand
In the chaos of it all
Still she leads me home
To yesterday's grace
To yesterday's grace
We walked through Central Park
From dawn until the dark
I saw those dreams in you
No likely end could do
Please don't tell me
In time it's easy
Because I can't forget
The warm touch of her hand
In the chaos of it all
Still she leads me home
To yesterday's grace
To yesterday's grace
To yesterday's
It all comes to nothing and I can't believe
All the chances we let slip away
And everything's changing
And everything's moving, I watch as it all fades to grey
And all becomes nothing and I can't believe
All the chances we let slip away
In the chaos of it all
Rests the bird in the fall
Singing yesterday's grace