Dear city of ghosts and great fires Of brick and mortar and steel Of wind and telephone wires Just thought I'd write to you and tell you How much I'll miss my feel traversing your geography
All my songs are yours All your songs are mine Hope you'll take me back from time to time
My city of golden arms and good luck charms My river of time is the 22 Clark Street bus line Maybe someday you'll write and tell me How much you miss me Now that I finally left for someone else
All my songs are yours All your songs are mine Hope you'll take me back from time to time
The way you made me feel that night It's like you loved me all your life And no time will have passed at all When I return to recant the stories of our lives And even though we've grown apart Without you I could've never gone so far Alas, my oldest friend We've been together through it all Alas, my oldest friend I'll be thinking of you in the end