LONG DARK STREET

the air's as hard as granite
streams are running deep
I walk my childhood's bare familiar hills

a sandwich in my pocket
to keep the living cheap
with every hour and every day to fill

and the world always turns to evening
and it's moving beneath my feet
and your face is a lighted window
on a long dark street

cranes above the river
are rusting in their sleep
I walk beyond them sun or rain or snow

it's fifteen miles to sunset
whatever path I keep
fifteen miles and all my life to go

and the world always turns to evening
and it's moving beneath my feet
and your face is a lighted window
on a long dark street