| He had time on his hands |
| He carried the world on his shoulders |
| He said meet me at the Hudson’s edge |
| Help me roll my boulder |
| So I went down, running down |
| Took the B61 across town |
| To where he was waiting at the ice house |
| Wish it was my house |
| He took me out back for a drink |
| Showed me the heart on his sleeve |
| Love is a daily good thing |
| I see it in your smolder |
| But I can’t feel it in my hands |
| And I’m wringing them more now I’m older |
| Remember when I went down running down |
| Took the B61 across town |
| To where you were waiting at the ice house |
| Wish it was my house |
| You took me out back for a drink |
| Showed me the heart on your sleeve |
| Like ships in the night |
| We go down without light |
| We burn up all our anthracite |
| And try to make a spark |
| Find a crack and let it in |
| It’ll come, it might be dim |
| Adjust your eyes I know you can |
| You’ll find me in the dark |
| How will I know if I’m the last one alive? |
| I’m the last one |
| For forty-one days and as many nights |
| I’ll be standing where we stood |
| Under an indigo sky |
| Watching flames jump from firewood |