The Thread Lyrics - Art Garfunkel

At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62 

The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you 

There at the Lever House 

Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway 

Leaning in close I'm feeling your fingertip 

This time, this place 

This state of grace 

The promise of tomorrow 

Your thread runs through 

Park Avenue 

Street of dreams and sorrow 

Seven years up the road and two blocks south 

On the run from a sudden rain with too much to talk about 

On our knees we choose to end in St. Bartholomew's 

This time, this place 

This state of grace 

The promise of tomorrow 

Your thread runs through 

Park Avenue 

Street of dreams and sorrow 

This town is my every day but sometimes the grand design 

Marries a common road to an uncommon time 

By the Waldorf Astoria at 49th and now 

Out of the uptown flood 

Your face appears somehow in a passing car 

Wearing a tiny scar 

This time, this place 

This state of grace 

The promise of tomorrow 

Your thread runs through 

Park Avenue 

Street of dreams and sorrow