Love Song/new York

I remember his frightened eyes and his mouth so quick to mock Listening late at night to his soft Midwestern talk In the corner of the cafe, as dark as an eclipse He tried to smile, but his cheek lines put parentheses around his lips Walk down Grand Street, the wind would blow us round and round And all his talk was incomplete, so I just listened to the sound He could never see my heart, it was a blur back then Oh but it's true I was the prettiest girl in New York when I walked down the street with him We were walking, sort of dancing, up on the rooftop real slow Quietly waiting to get stung by Lester Young over that tiny radio There were so many women in his eyes, I knew he never could be mine But everyone must die alone, and that's just how some men will always walk the loine It was out at the newsstand, the corner of MacDougal and West Third He took back his hand and said goodbye, to this day I pretend I never heard Let the years roll away, let the seasons disappear And if I seem to be okay I'm just thinking of the time I held him near --- Love Song/New York - Lucy Kaplansky