Growing Old On Bleecker Street

No point in dreaming if you’re alone No point in walking without the road No point in crying without that someone there beside you Saying it will be OK I’ll take my time I’ll take my time You cannot rush What can’t be timed And its tough believing There’s someone living out there Happier than me Happier than me We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be I woke up last night from a dream That we’d grow old on Bleecker Street Sit by the fire and I’d play my guitar But dreams are only dreams And then I wonder when we leave Will the moon still be white And the river green Sometimes I wonder if we matter at all If we’re not written down Who will remember now We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be