OUR LIVES I ride in the country on horses with bridles You ride on the subway to work and recitals How close is the sun to the sea? How distant can two lovers be? Our lives All the way home, all the way home, all the way home I think of you, I think of you And laugh and cry for our lives Both of us stumbling since we were born We never expected to weather the storm of our lives I look out my window to mountains and meadows Your curtains are closed to the noise and the ghetto