New York Winter

Going up the Quickway in your dad's old Newport To the land of Goshen, to ride on a horse Mixing up our metaphors, we'd conquer the world You, a bright blond Viking, me, a timid girl. We grew up, you went your way, and I went mine You ended up along the Continental Divide I was dressing for success, you took another road So much to see, so much to do, so much you had to know. Justice and truth The sweetest dreams of youth They are, they are, aquamarine. Love called you to sail across a deep dark sea Beside the dancing Northern lights you made a family However rough the waters get, you won't go down You're strong and sleek as Viking long boats, Sailing safe and sound So many things just slip away And the heavy things, they always Fall to the bottom They're best forgotten Sail the long boat Sail the long boat What you love will float You are, you are, aquamarine. Aquamarine, aquamarine.