The Boulevard

Southern belles New York lovers The warmth That shelters others That old man He just sings away A folded hand Mary sings and she Bleeds about the same You ran off Hand in hand Just to save his band There she sits now On she carries For she’s never really down Violinist If you haven’t heard her Time slows But the moments Are just a blur A widowed smile At my heels She holds life so gently Such that I can’t feel No turning back We go on For days know no yield Dissolve my misery The garden grows not Without her tears Your almost famous Upon Broadway Singing away those years Lost now found Your tears lapse Against the sand The stories of a broken man Commitment once forgotten She said “I know your not that man” Lips to forehead Sighs It’ll be alright She walks these streets Without the quiet nights The absence needs her light Stay tonight The morning breaks To bring you home Your not so All alone