Growing Old on Bleecker Street - AJR, Adam Met, Jack Met

No point in dreaming if you’re alone

No point in walking without the road

No point in crying without that someone there beside you

Saying it will be okay

I’ll take my time

I’ll take my time

You cannot rush

What can’t be timed

And it’s tough believing

There’s someone living out there

Happier than me

Happier than me

We may be lost, and gone forever

The rain will wash our memory

But when we cry, we cry together

Like it was meant to be

I woke up last night from a dream

That we’d grow old on Bleecker Street

Sit by the fire and I’d play my guitar

But dreams are only dreams

And then I wonder when we leave

Will the moon still be white

And the river green

Sometimes I wonder if we matter at all

If we’re not written down

Who will remember now?

We may be lost, and gone forever

The rain will wash our memory

But when we cry, we cry together

Like it was meant to be

We may be lost, and gone forever

The rain will wash our memory

But when we cry, we cry together

Like it was meant to be