Responsible
She has gone to New York City
That old suitcase holds no funny stories
I packed it once on her first birthday
Now that wasted shame has grown up with her
The streets are slick with dew and motor oil
A girl walks in and out of the morning sun
A barred window reflects the cloudless sky
No blue reaches those eyes
She has gone to New York City
Through that arch on a summer night
I went there once on her first birthday
Lay my burning head on the cool stone
Its raining blossoms down in the concrete park
A girl walks in and out of the evening shade
A broken angel weeps through her spray paint smile
No tears can reach me while
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And release me into the past
And I want to know what I knew
For the secret word to tell you that
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And to lock me out of the years
And I want my problem again
And a secret word you will not hear
Goodnight my dear
Goodnight my cold little one
Has your dream begun
She has gone to New York City
That old suitcase holds no funny stories
I packed it once on her first birthday
Now that wasted shame has grown up with her
The streets are slick with dew and motor oil
A girl walks in and out of the morning sun
A barred window reflects the cloudless sky
No blue reaches those eyes
She has gone to New York City
Through that arch on a summer night
I went there once on her first birthday
Lay my burning head on the cool stone
Its raining blossoms down in the concrete park
A girl walks in and out of the evening shade
A broken angel weeps through her spray paint smile
No tears can reach me while
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And release me into the past
And I want to know what I knew
For the secret word to tell you that
I know I'm not responsible
I know I'm not responsible
But I want somebody to lie
And to lock me out of the years
And I want my problem again
And a secret word you will not hear
Goodnight my dear
Goodnight my cold little one
Has your dream begun
She has gone to New York City
Credits
Writer(s): Frederic Fatzer
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