And then I lost myself bemused
On a train to Coney Island hearing songs I ever heard I was alone
Or with imaginary you
You always hovered over me and what I really didn't do to you
My dear or anybody else
To be the evergreen to love you careful not to break your arms
To put you under sheets so warm and safe and in the apple
Orchards full of leaves and full of peaches that will ripen til they fall
I'm on the other side there now
In New York City darling over bridges that I can't complain
In every light of summer into fall
And she was above me now in Prospect Park where no one knew
My names; watching their heads fall off alone
I'll never know how to explain how full in love I might have been to cry
In protest mornings on the train
But true I had decided then within a tale impossible to fold
Up into suitcases abroad
I'd watch with pride inside my face and brag to others what they always know
In all the love they never had
And all the scholars in their goggles singing lullabies in tones
Of Ancient Greek and willing subjects march around the empty fields
They left their lovers in a daze while all the fires blow away
And everyone is always shouting always lying for a day
I learn so much to make them smile while they're fainting anyway
To breathe new life into the classics for a magazine in gray
They walk alone with everybody and their flying colored flags
You know the ones that read the most just learn to justify the rags
Of torn ideals in the corner where they never learned to live
Without the watchful gaze of gloomy stares and plaudits they can give
To empty shells to empty minarets and empty holidays
And I might be there too myself now if I hadn't looked your way
And now I'm tied to a recorder pulls a million yards away
Like clementine across the border and I'll never learn to say
That it's enough to sit here silent that we've got it here alone
Where we can build beautiful borders cross the melodies intoned
In Coney Island where the Russian men will live their only lives
And I will love you like the ocean til the cloudy sun arrives
And we can sit here making smiles at the children gone awry
And we can sit here making melodies at children gone awry
And we can love with breathless faces while the children start to cry
In Coney Island with the ice against the sky