Just Words We were the café garden in the middle of summer, We were the corner of Sixth in the pouring afternoon rain. We were village fountain and a couple of birds If we are just words, why do I feel such pain? We were pizza at Stromboli’s We were pastrami at Katz’s We were barley soup at Kiev We were always hungry after dark. We were juke box quarters We were last dollars on beers. We were after closing time. We were a bench in the park We’re a couple of words on paper Yeah, I still have that note. I am the past that it holds and all the memories that remain. When he came into your life and broke our heart in thirds If we are just words, why do I feel such pain?
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