As the Sun Went Down
On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango.
As the Sun Went Down There wasn’t much back in my space, just a radio and a beat up suitcase. I remember the docks at the last of June, a bag of bodega beer after a long afternoon. At the end of the day at the edge of town, there was the river breeze as the sun went down. On hot summer days, I’d have a slice of mango, as a Spanish girl did the Alphabet tango. I could find a stool over at Eight BC, and let my money make a fool of me. At the end of the day at the edge of town, there was the river breeze as the sun went down. Seem to me magic when those streets were gritty, those where the days, back in New York City. I had a young heart a long time ago, and it took me the places that I wanted to go. At the end of the day at the edge of town, there was the river breeze as the sun went down.