We were young together once upon a long lost time
Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind
Guitars on McDonald Street
Sandals in the snow
When I fell in love with you
I was the last to know

Down in Greenwich Village
We were scattered through the nights
Singing, "At the bitter end"
Under all those lights
Making love in single bed
You always left by dawn
Climbing on the greyhound bus
Where you would be alone
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Singing in Macarthur Park
Singing in Cheyenne
Singing in the wilderness
Where the truth began
We were gypsies in the wind
Learning just fo fly
Making music, making love, as the years went by
You had rhythm in your soul, I had violins
You were rich and I was poor
Trying to fit in
Back on Bleeker in the spring and haunting Jackson Square
In the fat black pussy cat, catch me if you dare
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We were so alive...
Then the world was going mad
The sky was overcast
I found my peace in whiskey and the poets of the past
You were moving past me through the dark night of your soul
I was singing folk songs
And dreamed of rock 'n' roll
The devil's in the details
You said, dreaming of your death
I was running faster, I was nearly out of breath
Long before we lost our dreams
And all our songs were sung
You left the world too early
Your spirit died too young
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We were so alive...
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I was headed for the moon
Aching to be free
Searching for the answers in the booze and the marque
What is left of Greenwich Village lives among your songs
The ones we thought were always right
And never would be wrong
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Now sometimes, the only thing that gives me hope is you
You saw right through the veil that fell out of the blue
I will always miss you
I will always hear your songs
Now the past is fading
One more dream and it is gone
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We were so alive...
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We were young together once upon a long lost time
Apple trees were blossoming and spring was on my mind
Guitars on McDonald Street
Sandals in the snow
I am still in love with you
I was the last to know