Black 47 - Yeats And Joyce текст песни

Oh the lights shone down on Broadway

They lit up old Times Square

When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger

All along the great White Way

But you never said that ultimately

There would be a choice

When we tripped the light fantastic

And dreamed of Yeats and Joyce

How do you measure a heartache

How do you hold on to a dream

How do you tally the worth of a life

When you're comin' apart at the seams

Maybe it's all in the books that we read

Or the music that we make

Or maybe it all comes back to

Your particular smile on that day

Oh how you loved the poetry

And the secret words we shared

You wondered when you were old and grey

If I would continue to care

But time hasn't made any difference

You're as lovely as ever, my dear

So I'll just go right on lovin' you

Down all the days and the years

This city keeps on changing

But you haunt me everywhere

From the lions at the Library

To the skells at the Terminal

If only I could remember how not to care