Hard to Break

Walking home from Far Rockaway
Always felt like a million miles

Followed the silhouette
Of the train tracks under the moon;
Oh, honey, I remember

He came up from the East River
Golden clouds in his hair

He dissolved on Delancey;
Now his whereabouts are unknown

He said
"I'm easy to love
But I'm hard to break;

I am easy to love
But I'm hard to break

If you ever break me
I'll be broken awhile

Oh, and when I return
I will tear you apart."

The year is 1996;
Maria's reading the newspaper

Sips a coffee, fresh out of the pot
And her world is on fire

I am out of my body;
You are on a motorbike

We're in hiding on that stairway again;
Two boys from Brooklyn
Lost in something way over our heads

You said...

There is power in a union
There is power in a mountain

There is power in the empire that took you;
But it goes out

As all
In the end
Go