Cold New York streets
where the winds strike and sweep.
Where does time belong.

Long summer days
As they quickly fade to grey.
Where does time belong.

Moments of love
moments of truth.
Where does time belong.

The tree in the backyard
withered leaves fall.
Where does time belong.

Me holding you
you knowing me.
Where does time belong.

The here, the now, the everything
my breath, my voice, my heart beating.
Where does time belong.

My little puppy born today
slowly he will age away.
Where does time belong.

School yards, new buildings
they’ll crumble and fall.
Where does time belong.