Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down. The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below. Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors.
Carolyn, let me tell you what I heard about a man today. He didn't come home from work and he went away. Till he came to a city, bright in the nighttime like day.
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43. When I was just a child in momma's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would leave.