The Thread - Art Garfunkel

The Thread - Art Garfunkel
At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62
The first time I felt the tug of
What I call the thread of you
There at the Lever House
Street map across our thights tracing the getaway
Leaning in close I'm feeling your fingertip
This time this place
This state of grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
Seven years up the road and two blocks south
On the run from a sudden rain
With too much to talk about
On our knees we choose to end in St Bartholomew's
This time this place
This fall from grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
This is my every day but sometimes the grand design
Marries a common road to an uncommon time
By the Waldorf Astoria at 49th and now
Out of the uptown flood
Your face appears some how in a passing car
Wearing a tiny scar
This time this place
This fall from grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
Street of dreams and sorrow