I got you on my mind, girl, standing here again Just like an old time photograph that's been out in the rain And they're pulling down the old things, putting up the new They're planting trees, memories for ghosts like me and you
Remember standing in the doorway Where we sheltered from the snow Now there ain't no travel posters girl There's no place left to go
I know that situations altered but this one's gonna end the same I walk away, nothing to say my back against the rain
I know it's only an illusion The pavement moves beneath my feet I'll make the bars then watch the cars Go by on New Bridge Street