The Last Fare of the Day-Richard Shindell

I saw them standing in the rain Out on 7th Avenue He held her tight, like she might fall If he let go He helped her in, he shut the door Our eyes met in the mirror To Englewood, just take it slow Was all he said Into the stream, we pulled away I know it well, this old ballet Finding the flow, minding the sway Catching green lights all the way Up Amsterdam, the meter dark, I turned off the radio She said, Thanks, I could not bear another word. Out the bridge, the traffic slowed In the brakelights and the wash Of all those truckers heading south On 95 Into the stream, we pulled away I know it well, this old ballet Finding the flow, minding the sway Catching green lights all the way I brought them home, I brought them home I brought them home in that cruel, cruel rain And now its spring, and wheres the rain? All the wells are running dry And the reservoir has reached An all-time low And if this red light ever turns If I can make it through the park Ill head uptown For the last fare of the day And turn it does, I pull away I know it well, this old ballet Finding the flow, minding the sway Catching green lights all the way And there they are, outside St. Lukes With their flowers and balloons All amazement at the baby In her arms As Amsterdam makes us a place I ask about her name We all laugh when he says Hope And she says Grace And then it starts, the heavens give I know it well, this old ballet Finding the flow, minding the sway Catching green lights all the way I brought them home, I brought them home I brought them home in that sweet, sweet rain I brought them home in the sweet, sweet rain