Yeats And Joyce Lyrics - Bankers & Gangsters - Black 47

Oh, the lights shone down on Broadway 

They lit up old Times Square 

When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger 

All along the great White Way 

But you never said that ultimately 

There would be a choice 

When we tripped the light fantastic 

And dreamed of Yeats and Joyce 

How do you measure a heartache? 

How do you hold on to a dream? 

How do you tally the worth of a life 

When you're comin' apart at the seams? 

Maybe it's all in the books that we read 

Or the music that we make 

Or maybe it all comes back to 

Your particular smile on that day 

Oh, how you loved the poetry 

And the secret words we shared 

You wondered when you were old and gray 

If I would continue to care 

But time hasn't made any difference 

You're as lovely as ever, my dear 

So I'll just go right on lovin' you 

Down all the days and the years 

This city keeps on changing 

But you haunt me everywhere 

From the lions at the library 

To the skells at the terminal 

If only I could remember how not to care