The Last Fare Of The Day

I saw them standing in the rain
 Out on 7th Avenue
 He held her tight, like she might fall
 If he let go
 He helped her in, he shut the door
 Our eyes met in the mirror
 To Englewood, just take it slow
 Was all he said
 Into the stream, we pulled away
 I know it well, this old ballet
 Finding the flow, minding the sway
 Catching green lights all the way
 Up Amsterdam, the meter dark,
 I turned off the radio
 She said, Thanks,
 I could not bear another word.
 Out the bridge, the traffic slowed
 In the brakelights and the wash
 Of all those truckers heading south
 On 95
 Into the stream, we pulled away
 I know it well, this old ballet
 Finding the flow, minding the sway
 Catching green lights all the way
 I brought them home, I brought them home
 I brought them home in that cruel, cruel rain
 And now it s spring, and where s the rain?
 All the wells are running dry
 And the reservoir has reached
 An all-time low
 And if this red light ever turns
 If I can make it through the park
 I ll head uptown
 For the last fare of the day
 And turn it does, I pull away
 I know it well, this old ballet
 Finding the flow, minding the sway
 Catching green lights all the way
 And there they are, outside St. Luke s
 With their flowers and balloons
 All amazement at the baby
 In her arms
 As Amsterdam makes us a place
 I ask about her name
 We all laugh when he says Hope
 And she says Grace
 And then it starts, the heavens give
 I know it well, this old ballet
 Finding the flow, minding the sway
 Catching green lights all the way
 I brought them home, I brought them home
 I brought them home in that sweet, sweet rain
 I brought them home in the sweet, sweet rain