Hudson

If we're lucky we feel our lives

Know when the next scene arrives

So often we start in the middle and work our way out

We go to some grey sky diner for eggs and toast

New york times or the new york post

Then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death

But even for us new yorkers, there's a time in every day

The river takes our breath away

And the hudson, it holds the life

We thought we did it on our own

The river roads collect the tolls

For the passage of our souls

Through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow

And past the george washington bridge,

Down from the trails of breakneck ridge,

The river's ancient path is sacred and slow

And as it swings through harlem,

It's every shade of blue

Into the city of the new brand new

And the hudson, it holds the life

We thought we did it on our own

I thought I had no sense of place or past

Time was too slow, but then too fast

The river takes us home at last

Where and when does the memory take hold,

Mountain range in the autumn cold

And I thought west point was camelot in the spring.

If you're lucky you'll find something that reflects you,

Helps you feel your life protects you,

Cradles you and connects you to everything.

This whole life I remember as they begged them to itself

Never turn me into someone else

And the hudson, it holds the life

We thought we did it on our own

And the hudson, holds the life

We thought we did it on our own