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Music & Lyrics by David Rothschild
Recorded Live at Teaneck Sound Studios
Produced by Steven Pardo at 4d Audio Productions
Copyright 2016
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Chris and me we walk the streets out on a Sunday afternoon
By the water, sons and daughters, talking 'bout what we been going through, cuz we no longer knew
The setting sky on the Jersey side makes you wonder why we can't seem to find a way to make sure that we've grown
Chris and me when we go to leave, the empty sky is all we need, the setting sun no longer shown
Sea of cabs on 7th Ave, they crawl as far as I can see
Sea of light that floods the night makes it look like make believe
From The Park to Perry Street
Winter wind, the air grown thin, it brings my memories back to when
We'd spend our nights out on the lawn
One last refrain our manners waned, singing out in that Southern rain
We'd play with ghosts until the dawn
And it's all changing now, it's all changing now, it's all changing now, don't I know it
And we could scream out loud, take the A all the way down, trace our names out on Canal in the snow
And it's all changing now, and it's all strange somehow
But Carolina seems so long ago
Christmas tree on Christmas Eve has hours left to look this way
Lights won't fade or change their shade, they'll burn as bright but they won't look the same, as they do on Christmas Day
Stories age and stories change and not all stories find a page
four stories hardly makes a home
Chris and me we'll walk the streets, run our mouths and shoot the breeze until there's no more streets to roam
And it's all changing now, it's all changing now, it's all changing now, don't I know it
And we could scream out loud, take the A all the way down, trace our names out on Canal in the snow
And it's all changing now, and it's all strange somehow
Carolina seems so long ago
Carolina seems so long ago
Carolina seems so long ago
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