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Dust
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Dust
Richard and I Nothing more than this 251 Menlove Avenue Eighteen Summers Faye Goes Dreaming Fitzgerald The Hall of Mirrors Dream On Roundway Hill English Roses The Unicorn |
Dust
I once wrote a book
about two men
They went round the world and back again
One was Julian - one was me
Such a passion to be free
We watched UFOs from southern shores
back in 65 - or 64
This is memory; these are dreams
Only he knows what I mean
Everything returns to dust
And it all gets blown away
And we all get born again to live another day
And the dust gets blown away
I like counting stars on frosty nights
One million years go by to see that light
I dream of broken wings - I dream of dust
we are gold and we are dust
It's a shame to count the days - so many days
It's a shame to count the days - so many days
Everything returns to dust
And it all gets blown away
And we all get born again to live another day
And the dust gets blown away
Richard
and I
I met Richard on a
rainy, rainy street in New York
He was smoking a Camel; he said, 'This is my midnight walk'
We ducked into a doorway of a Five 'n Dime
He with his memories and me with mine
Richard and I on a rainy, rainy street in New York
He said Nancy was living in Boston with both of the boys
I said 'Why is it the things that we love we seek to destroy?'
He smoked his cigarette and shook his head
I was left hanging on the things we'd said
Richard and I on a rainy, rainy street in New York
The Hudson shimmered with a shoal of fallen stars
Call out girls were doing deals in the back of somebody's car
Richard was holding a burning torch
I thought of '82, but couldn't talk Richard and I on a rainy,
rainy street in New York
The clouds drew away from the grim silver face of the moon
Someone went by with a bottle and a busted balloon
'Tell Nacy I still love her,' I said with a grin
But Richard didn't seem to be listening
Richard and I on a rainy, rainy street in New York
Hey Richard, how we've changed
Can we say we're still the same?
Can we blame it all on time?
On beautiful women and too much wine?
I met Richard on a rainy, rainy street in New York
He was smoking a Camel; he said, 'This is my midnight walk'
We stepped out of the doorway of a Five 'n Dime
He with his memories and me with mine
Richard and I on a rainy, rainy street in New York