| listening to the radio, a child of new york city come on down along the avenue that lasted late at night never been so true before, and darling it's a pity one more wrong can't make it right one more wrong can't make it right time when I was here before, I did not know your number or the name you called me softly when we came down into night even now I am alone, the rest I just pretended and you wonder if that's right and you wonder if that's right 'cause we are not just circling the ends of our beginnings and we are not just talking to the shadows of our doubts our cities are our great divides, our hearts could all use mending and we're running out of light are we running out of light? 'cause I'm listening to the radio, a child of new york city come on down along the avenue that lasted into night if you've never been quite here before, then darling, here's my pity there's no song can make this right there's no song can make this right there's no song can make this right so one more song before goodnight |