Lletres: Rosanne Cash. The Wheel. Seventh Avenue.

(Rosanne Cash, John Leventhal)

The world keeps getting smaller
'Till it closes 'round my room
And everything I feel now
Is hard and fast and true

My window is a spotlight
On the madness down below
It takes a silent figure
To make this place a home

And now the candles burn all night without you
And the moon hangs out of sight, so blue
On Seventh Avenue

I gave you what you wanted
And it took so many years
Now I'm just a part of
The traffic and the tears

I am not a lighthouse
Not the answer or the truth
But the love that I held onto
Is safe inside this room

Now the candles burn all night without you
And the moon hangs out of sight, so blue
On Seventh Avenue

Now the candles burn all night without you
And the moon hangs out of sight, so blue
On Seventh Avenue

All of the stories from all of our lives
Are not lost from memories on these streets tonight