I saw them standing in the rain
Out on Seventh Avenue
He held her close, like she might fall if he let go
He helped her in, he shut the door
And our eyes met in the mirror
"To Englewood, just take it slow" is all he said
And 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 whispered "Thanks, I could not bear another word."
Out on the bridge, the traffic slowed
The brake lights and the wash
Of all those truckers heading south on ninety-five
And across the span we pulled away
I know it well, this old ballet
Finding the flow, minding the sway
Catching green lights all the way
And I brought them home
I brought them home
I brought them home in that cruel, cruel rain
Bridge
And now it's spring, and where's the rain
All the wells are running dry
And the reservoirs have 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
And 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 that sweet, sweet rain