The Last Fare Of The Day

I saw them standing in the rain

Out on 7th Avenue

He held her tight, like she might fall

If he let go

He helped her in, he shut the door

Our eyes met in the mirror

"To Englewood, just take it slow"

Was all he said

Into the stream, we pulled away

I know it well, this old ballet

Finding the flow, minding the sway

Catching green lights all the way

Up Amsterdam, the meter dark,

I turned off the radio

She said, "Thanks,

I could not bear another word."

Out the bridge, the traffic slowed

In the brakelights and the wash

Of all those truckers heading south

On 95

Into the stream, we pulled away

I know it well, this old ballet

Finding the flow, minding the sway

Catching green lights all the way

I brought them home, I brought them home

I brought them home in that cruel, cruel rain

And now it's spring, and where's the rain?

All the wells are running dry

And the reservoir has reached

An all-time low

And if this red light ever turns

If I can make it through the park

I'll head uptown

For the last fare of the day

And turn it does, I pull away

I know it well, this old ballet

Finding the flow, minding the sway

Catching green lights all the way

And there they are, outside St. Luke's

With their flowers and balloons

All amazement at the baby

In her arms

As Amsterdam makes us a place

I ask about her name

We all laugh when he says "Hope"

And she says "Grace"

And then it starts, the heavens give

I know it well, this old ballet

Finding the flow, minding the sway

Catching green lights all the way

I brought them home, I brought them home

I brought them home in that sweet, sweet rain

I brought them home in the sweet, sweet rain