Fifty-Ninth St
So it rained down like a morning shower, ever flowing, never clean.
The drops they sound just like a marching band slowly slipping out of key.
And I thought I had these big ideas, but they sank down in the flood.
For heaven's sake, I'll take what I can get, just to remain afloat.
I've been hungry for the city life; I need the rhythm of the streets.
I want to get up with the ones I love, feel the sunlight of my face.
I can't stomach this Long Island town; the weather foretells I should leave.
But I don't mind that these clothes aren't dry.
That I'm underneath these crooked skies.
When these arms won't go, I'll still have you.
I used to think we had it all together
By setting goals and laying a foundation.
By subway lines and aimless drives we'd set out
To make our lives mean something for the future.
But for now you are all I've got,
And for now that is all I want.
And I don't mind, the future's blind.
I'm undismayed. I welcome age.
When these arms won't go, I'll still have you.