by 15minuteslater Thu Nov 15, 2012 3:45 pm
IN MANHATTAN'S DESERT TWILIGHT,
IN THE DEATH OF AFTERNOON,
WE STEPPED HAND IN HAND ON BROADWAY,
LIKE THE FIRST MEN ON THE MOON,
AND A BLACKBIRD BROKE THE SILENCE,
AND HE WHISTLED IT SO SWEET,
AND IN BRENDAN BEHAN'S FOOTSTEPS,
I DANCED UP AND DOWN THE STREET.
Recently I 're-stepped' the lyrics of the whole song in NYC, tipping my hat to Mr Cohen and dancing up and down the street, to the bewilderment of Times Square's tourists.
IN MANHATTAN'S DESERT TWILIGHT,
IN THE DEATH OF AFTERNOON,
WE STEPPED HAND IN HAND ON BROADWAY,
LIKE THE FIRST MEN ON THE MOON,
AND A BLACKBIRD BROKE THE SILENCE,
AND HE WHISTLED IT SO SWEET,
AND IN BRENDAN BEHAN'S FOOTSTEPS,
I DANCED UP AND DOWN THE STREET.
Recently I 're-stepped' the lyrics of the whole song in NYC, tipping my hat to Mr Cohen and dancing up and down the street, to the bewilderment of Times Square's tourists.
