The Thread - Art Garfunkel

At the corner of 53rd

And the summer of '62

The first time I felt the tug

Of what I call the thread of you

There at the Lever House

Street map across our thighs

Tracing the gateway

Leaning in close I’m feeling your fingertip

This time, this place

This state of grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow

Seven years up the road

And two blocks south

On the run from a sudden rain

With too much to talk about

On our knees we choose

To end in St. Bartholomew’s

This time, this place

This fall from grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow

This town is my every day

But sometimes the grand design

Marries a common road to an uncommon time

By the Waldorf Astoria

At 49th and now

Out of the uptown flood

Your face appears somehow

In a passing car

Wearing a tiny scar

This time, this place

This state of grace

The promise of tomorrow

Your thread runs through

Park Avenue

Street of dreams and sorrow