It's a one time thing It just happens A lot Walk with me And we will see What we have got Ah...
My footsteps are ticking Like water dripping from a tree Walking a harline And stepping very carefully Ah...
My heart is broken It is worn out at the knees Hearing muffled Seeing blind Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze And something is cracking I don't know where Ice on the sidewalk Brittle braches In the air
The sun Is blinding Dizzy golden, dancing green Through the park in the afternoon Wondering where the hell I have been Ah...
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In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky
The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground into little triangles and the rails run round through the rust and the heat the light and sweet coffee color of her skin
Bound up in wire and fate watching her walk him up to the gate in front of the ironbound school yard.
Kids will grow like weeds on a fence She says they look for the light they try to make sense. They come up through the cracks Like grass on the tracks She touches him goodbye.
