歌词
Do you remember when we were children
We made companions of our shadows
And we were queens of gasoline-drenched waters
And all the city was our castle
We used to walk along the Hudson River
Paint Hieroglyphics on the pavement
We grew like weeds among the rocks and pigeons
Arms outstretched, reaching for the day’s end
Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet
In this place we turned from girls to women
The streets like fingers reached out after us
The car alarms screeched with some crazy rhythm
A song we felt we were the guardians of
Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet
The troubadours and crazy folk are imprisoned
In a pristine maze of galleries
They’re pressed like butterflies between glass panels
To document the genius of the street
I remember our place by the river
I went back, but they’d paved over it
An unfamiliar skyline stood behind me
But I stayed to watch the sunset
(They haven’t changed that yet)
Dust in our hair, summer wind at our feet
Written by: Kim Anderson
