Verona Revisited

I was thinking about a summer moon

I was remembering the bomb in Times Square

I was recalling that when I was with you

I didn’t really care

I was ransoming your promise

I was planning out our life

I never stopped to ask myself

If you wanted to be my wife

Bought time

With a rhyme

Never even tasted

Your lips upon mine

Swore I was fine

Drinking the world

But a guy can get tangled

When he falls in love with a girl

Those days are long ago

And the city doesn’t feel the same

As when I was brand-new with you

Like I never had a name

The bench between the avenues

The movie theater underground

The way you made me go in search

Of some divine, secret sound

Chorus

Would I sound ridiculous?

To admit I pictured you with gray hair

Was I mistaken when I concluded

You never gave a damn

Hey, we were young

And things get messy

Deep down I knew you were

Too busy to miss me

Chorus

Well, what could be more romantic?

Two city kids in love?

In the first summer of a new decade

Through the eyes of a wounded dove

In the flashing lights

Behind the homeless man in the park

The Holy Spirit doesn’t help him

Nor does my broken heart