i can feel it.

i sold my piano, it couldn't come with me.

i locked up my bedroom and i walked out into the air.

nothing i needed was left there behind me, i walked 

out through the shadows of washington square. 

i wandered the highways from dublin to berkley

and i heard the songbirds. i looked at the fountain 

that left me with nothing, just memories of walking

through washington square. now i live in the shadows,

where light is electric. the time is a number that rests

on a wall and nobody knows me, my friends and my family

are as far from this city as washington square. 

so cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight,

and i will follow this freeway out into the air.

in case you should wonder, and wanted to find me

i am traveling homeward to washington square. 

i am traveling homeward to washington square.