Quinnipiac

The sun hits the window early Sunday morn

I’m still awake from the evening before

Play my guitar but the chords don’t come right

Feels like a melody is just out of sight

And the hot cup of tea is calling my name

Some how I feel it won’t ever be the same

My body aches and my brain is racked

The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back

Stroll out the front door and walk down the street

Wonder if this humid air will ever taste sweet

Down past Delaneys, I won't stop for a beer

Knowing that each glass is filled with tears

And I keep on going down across New Haven

Stop in the park speak to the ravens

And then down Chapel to the cold Quinnipiac

The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back

And an old man is fishing and he calls me over

Tells me of his youth as a rover

I think I might wander again, but not today

That would feel too much like running away

The blood in the streets has dried long ago

The dead come to die but they aren’t ready to let go

I stand on the bridge over the Quinnipiac

The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back