Richard Shindell - The Last Fare Of The Day

I saw them standing in the rain 


Out on 7th Avenue 


He held her tight, like she might fall 


If he let go 





He helped her in, he shut the door 


Our eyes met in the mirror 


“To Englewood, just take it slow” 


Was all he said 





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 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 95 





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 


I brought them home, I brought them home 


I brought them home in that cruel, cruel rain 





And now it’s spring, and where’s the rain? 


All the wells are running dry 


And the reservoir has 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 


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 the sweet, sweet rain 














		
			



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