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Ghosts Of Prospect Heights
Tyler Lyle
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A society lady, and a dignified death
The choir sang Amazing Grace, on the old baptismal steps
Gone are the parties, and those sweet cigarettes
Gone is the absence of late Mr. Jones on the far side of the bed
But how high, was that Brooklyn sky?
And how many mid-Julys did you burn through?
Good love it's a miracle drug
It curses as it cures its way through you
Time marches on, marches on
And it's time, may I walk you home tonight?
Time marches on, marches on
And it's right, and it's not what you leave
It's what you leave behind
The kitchen remodelled, when the Brownstone sold
But gone is the vase of Sunday flowers, in the dining room window
And here are the trappings of a stranger's life
The sound of children in your hallways, ones you do not recognize
But how high, was that Brooklyn sky?
And how many mid-Julys did you burn through?
Good love it's a miracle drug
It curses as it cures its way through you
Time marches on, marches on
And it's time, may I walk you home tonight?
Time marches on, marches on
And it's right, and it's not what you leave
It's what you leave behind
A tree grows, gets chopped down, move over, move oldtown
A decade, a century
What's time believing
Found dream
But how high was that Brooklyn sky
And how many mid-Julys did you burn through?
Good love it's a miracle drug
It curses as it cures its way through you
Time marches on, marches on
And it's time, may I walk you home tonight?
Time marches on, marches on
And it's right, and it's not what you leave
It's what you leave behind
This once was a forest
And then was a farm
And then was a neighborhood of immigrants between two world wars
And now it's a stranger, to so many eyes
And the sunsets over Prospect
And one by one the stars aligned
For a second, put aside
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