I found myself standing on my old home ground
Though I've heard that you never can go back again
As the first snow of winter, like hope, drifted down
I turned my collar up to the wind

At the "Soldiers and Sailors" down on Riverside
I kept my watch over dead man's hill
And I swore that I heard my own voice slipping by
Must be a trick of the wind, a trick of the chill
Between the death of a dream and the fortunes of war
I'm spinning helpless in this circle I've been in before
And I reach for the hand that's always been there
And come up with empty air
Empty air

And over and over
I see that light that was in your eyes

And word for word
I remember the last words you said to me
And word for word
I remember you promised you'd wait for me

All the walking wounded on this Manhattan beat
We keep on pounding the street
Waiting for something to clear
And we've all got our memories
That keep pushing our feet, well
I've got a face in my rear view mirror

And over and over
I see that look that was in your eyes

And word for word
I remember the last words you said to me
And word for word
I remember you promised you'd wait for me