I saw them standing in the rain
Out on 7th Avenue
He held her tight, like she might fall
If he let goHe helped her in, he shut the door
Our eyes met in the mirror
To Englewood, just take it slow
Was all he saidInto the stream, we pulled away
I know it well, this old ballet
Finding the flow, minding the sway
Catching green lights all the wayUp Amsterdam, the meter dark,
I turned off the radio
She said, Thanks,
I could not bear another word.Out the bridge, the traffic slowed
In the brakelights and the wash
Of all those truckers heading south
On 95Into the stream, we pulled away
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 cruel, cruel rainAnd now its spring, and wheres the rain?
All the wells are running dry
And the reservoir has reached
An all-time lowAnd if this red light ever turns
If I can make it through the park
Ill head uptown
For the last fare of the dayAnd turn it does, I pull away
I know it well, this old ballet
Finding the flow, minding the sway
Catching green lights all the wayAnd there they are, outside St. Lukes
With their flowers and balloons
All amazement at the baby
In her armsAs Amsterdam makes us a place
I ask about her name
We all laugh when he says Hope
And she says GraceAnd 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 the sweet, sweet rain