Third Street (Song for Rachel)

Another working week is done.

It wasn’t any fun for anyone.

Finally it’s Friday night.

We look out upon the city lights.

Sitting by the riverside.

We watch the water go rolling by.

It is true, I must confess.

You spilled the ice cream on your pretty dress.

Now let’s go get us a bite to eat.

Walking hand and hand down Third Street.

And though at first you seemed so shy.

You’ll tell me secrets when I start to pry.

Third Street, when the winter comes, we’ll keep on walking.

With our frostbitten fingers still interlocking.

I’ll explore every corner of this city with you.

Then drive out to Virginia to the ocean blue.

And so you help me sing my song.

You steer me right when I am going wrong.

I look into your hazel eyes.

And it is then I start to realize.

That it was then at summer’s end.

Something happened I can’t comprehend.

But I won’t forget where this all began.

That bench where we found the sleeping homeless man.

Where I put my arm round your shoulders.

As the winds got chilly, a little bit colder.