Old New York

Won't wait for summer Won't wait for new moons To show you what's really good Let us feel the pull Go under You know I have the key To a world that we knew To old New York I've been waiting to tell you (tell you the truth) My final words Lament not your solitude A piano In space Over time Reassemble ourselves And unwind There's a fatal instability Beyond the bridges (Empty train, waiting widow) In old New York No winnow of world views We don't need to talk For sentimental reasons, Ru A river roiling snares A sky of flying bears The provost with the lantern creaks the door Just a strobe light could see us The bogeys behind the trees In old New York No winnow of world views (tell you the truth) We don't need to talk For sentimental reasons, Ru In old New York I've been waiting to tell you the truth My final words Lament not your solitude In old New York I've been waiting to tell you (tell you the truth) My final words Lament not your solitude