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At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62 |
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The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you |
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There at the Lever House |
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Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway |
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Leaning in close I'm feeling your fingertip |
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This time, this place |
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This state of grace |
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The promise of tomorrow |
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Your thread runs through |
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Park Avenue |
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Street of dreams and sorrow |
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Seven years up the road and two blocks south |
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On the run from a sudden rain with too much to talk about |
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On our knees we choose to end in St. Bartholomew's |
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This time, this place |
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This state of grace |
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The promise of tomorrow |
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Your thread runs through |
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Park Avenue |
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Street of dreams and sorrow |
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This town is my every day but sometimes the grand design |
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Marries a common road to an uncommon time |
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By the Waldorf Astoria at 49th and now |
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Out of the uptown flood |
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Your face appears somehow in a passing car |
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Wearing a tiny scar |
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This time, this place |
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This state of grace |
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The promise of tomorrow |
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Your thread runs through |
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Park Avenue |
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Street of dreams and sorrow |
