You won't be there...
Lyric mood this evening:
And i know full well you won't be there.
You won't be in the street, in the hum that buzzes
from the arc lamps at night, nor in the gesture
of selecting from menu, nor in the smile
that lightens people packed into teh subway,
nor in the borrowed books, nor in see-you-tomorrow.
...
and i know full well you won't be there,
nor here inside, in the prison where I still hold you,
nor outside, in this river of streets and bridges.
You won't be there at all, you won't even be a memory,
and when I think of you I'll be thinking a thought
that's obscurely trying to recall you.
the original beautiful Spanish is here:
You won't be there...
Lyric mood this evening:
And i know full well you won't be there.
You won't be in the street, in the hum that buzzes
from the arc lamps at night, nor in the gesture
of selecting from menu, nor in the smile
that lightens people packed into teh subway,
nor in the borrowed books, nor in see-you-tomorrow.
...
and i know full well you won't be there,
nor here inside, in the prison where I still hold you,
nor outside, in this river of streets and bridges.
You won't be there at all, you won't even be a memory,
and when I think of you I'll be thinking a thought
that's obscurely trying to recall you.
the original beautiful Spanish is here: