Drunt in Der Gruenen Au
I know you live on my street
I sometimes wonder
why we don't meet
I've seen your face in the sky
twenty-five stories high
you never come down to earth
communication (communication)
could hardly be much worse
don't keep me here in the dark
I want to be your friend
your fears are way off the mark
every generation
sees it their own way
never learning their lessons
making the same mistakes again
it's not the same for us - as history fades away
it's not the same for us - you must hear me when I say
look out on this brave new land
thi
I sometimes wonder
why we don't meet
I've seen your face in the sky
twenty-five stories high
you never come down to earth
communication (communication)
could hardly be much worse
don't keep me here in the dark
I want to be your friend
your fears are way off the mark
every generation
sees it their own way
never learning their lessons
making the same mistakes again
it's not the same for us - as history fades away
it's not the same for us - you must hear me when I say
look out on this brave new land
thi
Night Game
Words & music by Paul Simon
There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uni-form was torn
And his number was left on the ground
Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost