Chris 'n me we walk the streetsout on a Sunday afternoon
By the water sons and daughters talkin' bout what we've been goin through
cuz we no longer knew
Setting sky on the jersey side makes ya wonder why we can't seem to find a way to make sure that we've grown
Chris 'n me when we go to leave
empty sky is all we need
setting sun no longer shown
The sea of cabs on 7th ave
they crawl as far as I can see
Sea of light that floods the night
makes it look like make believe
from the park to Perry street
Winter wind, the air grown thin
brings my memories back to when
we spent our nights out on the lawn
One last refrain our manners waned
singin out in that Southern rain
we played with ghosts until the dawn
And its all changin' now
its all changin' now
its all changin' now, don't I know it.
We could scream out loud
take the A all the way down
trace our names out on Canal in the snow
Its all changin' now
and its all strange somehow
Carolina seems so long ago
Christmas tree on Christmas eve
hours left to look this way
Lights won't fade or change their shade,
they burn as bright but they won't look the same
as they do on Christmas day.
Stories age and stories change,
but not all stories find a page,
four stories hardly makes a home.
Chris and me we walk the streets,
run our mouths and shoot the breeze
until there's no more streets to roam
cuz its all changin' now,
its all changin now
its all changin now
Don't I know it
We can scream out loud,
take the A all the way down
trace our names out on Canal in the snow
Its all changing now
and its all strange somehow
Carolina seems so long ago
Carolina seems so long ago
Carolina seems so long ago.