The Walls of an Old City

I realized this evening
just how much I’ve gone astray.
I passed the churchyard
you once showed me,
but I could not find my way.
Tears were in my eyes
as the sun was sinking low,
behind the walls of this old city,
built such a long time ago.

My mind is traveling faster now
to the things that might have been:
to a room in New York City
where you’re waking up with him.
I light a candle of acceptance
but it never casts a glow,
behind the walls of this old city,
built such a long time ago.

Honey, do you still think of me?
Do you think of what went wrong?
Are we too good at letting go
when we should be holding on?
Do you think of me as your roots
or just a tree that would not grow
behind the walls of this old city,
built such a long time ago.

You told me once this city
was built without a plan.
People made it like a maze
they themselves don’t understand.
Now no one knows the way out;
they just sit here getting old
behind the walls of this old city,
built such a long time ago.

So what I’m trying to say
is that I’m coming back
to the land of cold concrete.
And I will wander New York City
till I pass you in the street.
Honey, we could be together
if we could let our feelings show,
behind the walls of this old city,
you and I built a long time ago
behind the walls of this old city,
you and I built a long time ago.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2015)

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