From the recording After New York
- a tender tune about a "day in the life" of a city park, its light, its shadows and its love.
© 2012 Alan P. MacLeod (SOCAN#: 72986496) Time = 3:20 @ 102 bpm; 4/4; Key of Bb
(There's a BLOG entry for this song too!)
Lyrics
On our street in the morning the sun hits St. John’s steeple and the new copper shimmers to the cross. It covers building roof tops slides across their faces and reaches out, to find me on our bench.
On our street there’s always something changing. Light and shadows shifting. Lovers going by. On our street there’s always something changing. All the cars and trucks and busy folks and lovers going by.
On our street in the evening, the winds that came for supper have all wandered off towards the moon. They coax her out of hiding, lift her high above the treetops, so the poets can blacken their thin page.
On our street there’s always something changing. Light and shadows shifting. Lovers going by. On our street there’s always something changing. All the cars and trucks and busy folks and lovers going by.
I don't know, but our tiny old apartment, got far too large once you were gone, so i just stay outside.
And I know, I've got nothing don on anything. I wait and walk and wonder what the doctors should have tried.
On our street after midnight, I close the door so quietly and climb the stairs just like we used to do. I get all your clothes and pile them, on you side of our big bed and smile as I tell you 'bout my day. I smile as I tell you 'bout the day. I smile as I tell you 'bout my day.
On our street Dear, there’s always something changing. Light and shadows shifting. Lovers going by. On our street Dear, there’s always something changing. All the cars and trucks and busy folks and lovers, lovers just like us, always lovers going by.