I remember the streets unfolded like a map
I was in the oldest part of the city
My mother told me stories of when she was a child
As we watched clothes dry on a balcony
There was a choir singing gospels loud and clear
Oh no, I didn't know how to feel
That was the last time I took Holy Communion
I had to walk to the altar to see their faces clear
When you asked me if I was okay I couldn't answer (I just shook)
But oh, what would you do?
How would you feel if the world paid attention to you?
Oh, how they grow up!
They were the shoes we wore when our wives fell in love with us
Don't let them call my name to an empty room
If you'll do that for me I'll do it for you
The only suit I own is black
And if it stays right at the back of my wardrobe
This year could be a better one
Some things must die for some to grow
And though I'll find my own way home
I know I'll never be alone again
But oh, what would you do?
How would you feel if the world paid attention to you?
Oh, how they grow up!
They were the shoes we wore when our wives fell in love with us
Don't let them call my name to an empty room
If you'll do that for me I'll do it for you
I'm a number at home, you're a number abroad
I don't know what to do
But I'll remember your face, any time any place
If it's the last thing that I'll ever do
If it's the last thing that I'll ever do