Astor Place

Thrift store provocateur
If only I could leave with her
Winding through the Strand one winter's day
Sad eyes and wilted roses
Revolutionary poses
Gonna fill with meaning all you say
Feeding off your energy
On the fringe is where we'll be
Looking for a map to show the way
Lester Bangs or William Burroughs
Show me all the fight your heart knows
We can earn our keep in battle pay
Until it becomes routine
The rest of the world's obscene
We'll read our poetry
In the company of lawyers
Cheer on the pacifist
On a battlefield of warriors
But they'll never see inside
All the beauty or the wounded pride
That I knew when we would run and hide
To a haven full of grace
Your walk up on Astor Place
Incense would burn for us
Thought I smelled it on the bus
On my way downtown just yesterday
Storefronts aglow and clean
Different now but somehow I see
Bits of you and me along the way
Was the straight world friend or foe?
Baby I'll be damned if I know
How the past is always close behind
Take me back sweet memory
All the joy you gave to me
Up until the day you changed your mind
And time wasn't all we spent
The money came, the money went
Now they're selling poetry
To a company of lawyers
While exhibitionists file into a room of voyeurs
But they'll never see inside
All the beauty or the wounded pride
That I knew when we would run and hide
To a haven full of grace
Your walk up on Astor Place
Until it becomes routine
The rest of the world's obscene
We'll read our poetry
In the company of lawyers
Cheer on the pacifist
On a battlefield of warriors
But they'll never see inside
All the beauty or the wounded pride
That I knew when we would run and hide
To a haven full of grace
Your walk up on Astor Place
A dream that time would not erase
We woke up on Astor Place