Sirens ring, the shots ring out
A stranger cries screams out loud
I had my world strapped against my back
I held my hands, never knew how to act
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me
in 6th Avenue heartache
Below me was a homeless man
Singin' songs I knew complete
On the steps alone, his guitar in hand
It's fifty years, stood where he stands
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me
in 6th Avenue heartache
Now walkin' home on those streets
The river winds move my feet
Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
They stood by me, just like moonbeams
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me
in 6th Avenue heartache
Look out the window, down upon that street
And gone like a midnight where was that man
But I see his six strings laid against that wall
And all his things, they all look so small
I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
Just like me just moved on
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me
in 6th Avenue heartache
Random thoughts & ramblings from someone who has lost a loved one. What it's really like to grieve.
Nov 7, 2008
6th Avenue Heartache
This song ALWAYS reminds me of you, refer back to all the other old letters I wrote you. Remember how we drove by the fire station and two or three times we drove by this song played ... in the span of a week or something. Then whenever I get really down about you & hearing or seeing no signs then this song will always come up on the radio ... like you know hon & you are sending me my sign. Thanks. So the main thing I can get from this song is "the same black line that was drawn on me is drawn to you" ....we're connected - always and forever hon. No doubt. One love!
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