Folk guitars
they'll take 'em with 'em with them to Mars
but the catcher in the rye
let 'em run, run, run right by
they put a monument down on the ground right above where he died
Central Park
around the over crowded part
Noah light up a square
while Audry just sits and stares
through the circles forming around us
and she thinks...
Am I only a soul?
without a reason?
is there somewhere to go?
and how will i see it?
and will I be alone...?
Come and sit beside me underneath this tree
you're already where you need to be...
you're already where you need to be