Henry Stewart & Michelle Rosenblum
Slipped into town after midnight
The wind slid in tight from the east
Nothing was lit in this dark little place
I was so looking forward to sleep
The grounds were soaked, the path hidden
Her face it was shadowed by curls
A candle had been lit in the window
Weathered map of a long since past world
A week is a wink to a lifetime
A day is wind-whispered prayer
A moment the tip of a lifeline
A thought, a lost breeze in the air
Been working my way down the Highline
Scrambling for something to eat
Thirsty in spite of the water
Trying to find its way to my feet
Longing for some kind of attention
Thinking about something sweet
Looking back up over my shoulder
She’s making her own way down the street
A week is a wink to a lifetime
A day is wind-whispered prayer
A moment the tip of a lifeline
A thought, a lost breeze in the air
I knew she was somebody different
I could tell by the way that she peeked
Out from her hood, eyes sparkle green
All that was out there was me
Hiked up the mountain where the river dove down
The carve of the rock incomplete
Seemed like this must be Carolina
Falls The rush of the water retreats
Carolina Falls, but she pulls herself back
From the edge of the edge of the peak
Carolina Falls, and if it’s going my way
I’ll be there for a kiss on the cheek
A week is a wink to a lifetime
A day is wind-whispered prayer
A moment the tip of a lifeline
A thought, a lost breeze in the air
A thought, a lost breeze in the air