Where The River Meets The Bay
The airless twilight turns; Jenny’s hair sways.
She’s singin’ something in Italian, “Quel che si perde, si puo rignaolagnese?”
(What is lost, can we then regain?)
It’s not a song after all, just a hymn held on the wind.
Across the light-starved yard, Bobby’s heart aches.
He sees her hair fall and hears her song; she’s stepped into the air
Now she’s gone.
We’re here, we’re there, we’re not here after all.
For those of us left behind, there’s a way we ought to live
I wanna meet you, I’ll meet you...where the river meets the bay.
He runs to the window; he can see her fade
He runs to the window, his baby with her long hair, his baby with her long long hair
The airless twilight turns, Jenny’s hair sways.
She whispers something in Italian: “I seek the naked heart.”
We’re here, we’re there, we’re not here after all
For those of us left behind, there’s a way we ought to live
I wanna meet you, I’ll meet you...where the river meets the bay..
