lyrics
There’s an old cathedral on Second Avenue,
Tightly pressed between two buildings,
The stained glass peeking past bodegas.
It is as you are to me:
A thing of ancient beauty glowing among the pallor.
I walk by it and feel a heavy lightness rising in my shoes.
And every stranger is an angel for a second in ordinary glory ,singing:
O luck outrageous,
O pain courageous,
O cheerful, fearful life.
There’s an old piano in Washington Square,
A baby grand upon the concrete,
Concertos for the bums and tourists.
It is as you are to me:
A thing of ancient beauty ringing amidst the clamor.
I walk by it and feel a heavy lightness rising in my ear.
And every stranger is an angel for a second in ordinary glory, singing:
O luck outrageous,
O pain courageous,
O cheerful, fearful life
I descend to the subway as the local arrives,
And I hear the West Side Story minor seventh singing in the rails.
It is as we are to me, it is as we are to me:
A broken, searching symphony,
A lover’s plea for memory,
Ringing, singing:
O luck outrageous,
O pain courageous,
O agile, fragile soul
O luck outrageous,
O love contagious,
O cheerful, fearful,
O cheerful, fearful,
O cheerful, fearful life
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Visitors,
released December 16, 2015
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