There's a place that I go in dreams
Nothing changes but it's always new
Paradise on an island
Through the noise I hear it's heart ring true
Our souls were bare in union square
On a bench there in the sun
We took the train to Harlem in
Our corduroy and crumbs
Ride my bike down the westside
My head lights up over 6th avenenue
I contemplate my alone life
But tonight I will meet up with you
Our souls were bare in union square
On a bench there in the sun
We took the train to Harlem in
Our corduroy and crumbs
You and I, a photograph on Bleeker we would run
Our souls were bare in union square
With corduroy and crumbs
