Rosanne Cash
"Seventh Avenue"

The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room
and everything I feel now
is hard and fast and true
My window is a spotlight
on the madness down below
it takes a silent figure
to make this place a home

Now the candles burn all night
without you
and the moon hangs out of sight
so blue
on Seventh Avenue

I gave you what you wanted
and it took so many years
now I'm just a part of
the traffic and the tears
I am not a lighthouse
not the answer or the truth
but the love that I held onto
is safe inside this room

Now the candles burn all night
without you
and the moon hangs out of sight
so blue
on Seventh Avenue

(all of the stories from all of our lives
are not lost from memory on these streets tonight)