I lost my recklessness nine summers ago, when I took a piece of meat out of my forehead over my left eye, when I fell off my bike going down a hill and waited three hours in Lenox Hill to get stitches. Met Ronny Hanerfeld and his family in the emergency room. Then, Nicky Bowen from 87th Street walked in with his group. Each had a kid that needed medical assistance. We had a reunion. It was 96 degrees outside that Saturday. I had a rag over my eye covering the wound, no shirt on, too bloody, the nurse threw it away. My running shorts crept up the crack of my ass. So, with me just shy of nude, we reminisced.
And wonder where you've gone
Thinking back on the happy hours
Just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin'
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone?
City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to
Bring me down
I'm just tryin' to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It's true, I'm lost without you
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need myself place to go and hide
I keep it to myself, I don't want nobody else
To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away, yeah yeah
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do
Another park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way?
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away, yeah yeah
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do, yeah
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