Dawn at Central Park

96th Street and Lex as the sun begins to rise

It’s a long way home, but I do not mind

Sun is peeking past the pond and the trees of Central Park

In the restlessness of the morning mist

Met Museum day, it’s a memory linked to you

In a deep down part of my brain, it’s true

The love we formed in those halls, it’s still there in the armor room

16 with you, I guess we both knew

You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot

You cannot go

You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot

You cannot go

There is this notion of me

Beside a seat on a park bench

I feel your absence there

Yeah it lingers in the air

Losing love, lost a friend, lost the person I was with you

And I mourn its loss every time I cross this street

But I could not go on the path we trod, I could not

I could not go

And I cannot go on the path I’m on, I cannot

I cannot go

Now that I’m older I have known time collapsing and time misleading

The space between our lives gets broad

Wider, wider, wider, wider

None the wiser, I know I know nothing nothing nothing nothing

Except:

You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot

You cannot go