63rd Street Blues

(hummmmm) Sixty-third was our whole world

Chasing dreams in the concrete dust

Marcus had a laugh that could light the dark Now his name

is written in the park

They took him early on a Tuesday night

(why did they go?)

Cold wind blowing through the Bronx today

(cold wind) All my brothers getting swept away

We were just kids running down the block

Now we're running out of time on the clock

Little Jay was only ten years old

In the winter where the streets grow cold

We drew a chalk line where he used to stand

With a melted popsicle in his hand

How many more

do we have to lose?

Cold wind blowing through the Bronx today

(so cold)

All my brothers getting swept away

We were just kids running down the block

Now we're running out of time on the clock

(just kids...) (sixty-third...)