Zephyr and I stand out on
West End Avenue
Talking about the things that
All of us used to do
And the wind kicks up
with the smell of rain
The kids are gone
but the souls remain
Zephyr and I sort out our
Long time memories
Do you remember he says
The 1970s
This was a youth mall
Of America on this street
All of us hanging here
Like underage cops on a beat
And the wind kicks up
in the smell of rain
Now the kids are gone
but their souls remain
The graffiti goes
but the walls retain
The flowers go
but the earth must still remain
In spring the tide in Riverside
Will wash away
the cold and frozen
River rain will
clean the stain and
Wash away wash away downstream
Out on the corner by the
Fireman's Monument
This was the place where all the
Fatherless teenagers went
Well the wind kicks up
in the smell of rain
The kids are gone
but the souls remain
The graffiti's gone
and the walls complain
The flowers go
but the earth must still remain