What happened here,
As the New York sunset disappeared?
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there.
And now it all looks strange.
It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain.
And what's it for,
This little empty garden by the brownstone door?
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more.
And we are so amazed! We're crippled and we're dazed...
A gardener like that one, no one can replace.
Can't you come out to play?
And through their tears,
Some say he farmed his best in younger years.
But he'd have said that roots grow stronger, if only he could hear.
Who lived there?
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls.....
We hear, we hear your name.....
Can't you come out to play,
Can't you come out. Can't you come out to play