Quinnipiac
The sun hits the window early Sunday morn
I’m still awake from the evening before
Play my guitar but the chords don’t come right
Feels like a melody is just out of sight
And the hot cup of tea is calling my name
Some how I feel it won’t ever be the same
My body aches and my brain is racked
The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back
Stroll out the front door and walk down the street
Wonder if this humid air will ever taste sweet
Down past Delaneys, I won't stop for a beer
Knowing that each glass is filled with tears
And I keep on going down across New Haven
Stop in the park speak to the ravens
And then down Chapel to the cold Quinnipiac
The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back
And an old man is fishing and he calls me over
Tells me of his youth as a rover
I think I might wander again, but not today
That would feel too much like running away
The blood in the streets has dried long ago
The dead come to die but they aren’t ready to let go
I stand on the bridge over the Quinnipiac
The girl that I loved is gone and she ain’t coming back
