writings and musings of a girl whose soul is lost in another era and who enjoys pulling out her city's past in the most interesting of places.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
No longer my footsteps
Just arrived on the seven ten,
Thought I’d see the old gang again,
but you know how they come and go, I’m just a stranger in town.
Ev’rywhere ev’ryone I see Seems to wonder who I can be
And I swear no one seems to care About a stranger in town.
I saw a cottage on a lonely old street, The weeds have grown ‘round the gate.
Somehow I felt that you would wait here, My sweet, but it looks like I’m too late. Guess I’ll leave on the twelve o’ two, Can’t believe that there’s no more you. Is there nothing for me, Will I always be A stranger in my own home town?
I'm the girl who is pointing her camera in the opposite direction of the Empire State building, at the faded sign on a tenement down the street. If not I'm bothering the folks at the Municipal Archives digging up info on people long gone and writing among other things a biography on a man who did wicked things. Stay tuned.