Dawn at Central Park

96th Street and Lex as the sun begins to rise
It’s a long way home, but I do not mind
Sun is peeking past the pond and the trees of Central Park
In the restlessness of the morning mist

Met Museum day, it’s a memory linked to you
In a deep down part of my brain, it’s true
The love we formed in those halls, it’s still there in the armor room
16 with you, I guess we both knew

You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot
You cannot go
You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot
You cannot go

There is this notion of me
Beside a seat on a park bench
I feel your absence thеre
Yeah it lingers in thе air
Losing love, lost a friend, lost the person I was with you
And I mourn its loss every time I cross this street

But I could not go on the path we trod, I could not
I could not go
And I cannot go on the path I’m on, I cannot
I cannot go

Now that I’m older I have known time collapsing and time misleading
The space between our lives gets broad
Wider, wider, wider, wider
None the wiser, I know I know nothing nothing nothing nothing

Except:

You cannot go on the path you’re on, you cannot
You cannot go