The Black 47 - Yeats and Joyce lyrics

Oh the lights shone down on Broadway They lit up old Times Square When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger All along the great White Way But you never said that ultimately There would be a choice When we tripped the light fantastic And dreamed of Yeats and Joyce How do you measure a heartache How do you hold on to a dream How do you tally the worth of a life When you're comin' apart at the seams Maybe it's all in the books that we read Or the music that we make Or maybe it all comes back to Your particular smile on that day Oh how you loved the poetry And the secret words we shared You wondered when you were old and grey If I would continue to care But time hasn't made any difference You're as lovely as ever, my dear So I'll just go right on lovin' you Down all the days and the years This city keeps on changing But you haunt me everywhere From the lions at the Library To the skells at the Terminal If only I could remember how not to care