Responsible

She has gone to New York City
 That old suitcase holds no funny stories
 I packed it once on her first birthday
 Now that wasted shame has grown up with her
 The streets are slick with dew and motor oil
 A girl walks in and out of the morning sun
 A barred window reflects the cloudless sky
 No blue reaches those eyes
 She has gone to New York City
 Through that arch on a summer night
 I went there once on her first birthday
 Lay my burning head on the cool stone
 Its raining blossoms down in the concrete park
 A girl walks in and out of the evening shade
 A broken angel weeps through her spray paint smile
 No tears can reach me while
 I know I'm not responsible
 I know I'm not responsible
 I know I'm not responsible
 I know I'm not responsible
 But I want somebody to lie
 And release me into the past
 And I want to know what I knew
 For the secret word to tell you that
 I know I'm not responsible
 I know I'm not responsible
 But I want somebody to lie
 And to lock me out of the years
 And I want my problem again
 And a secret word you will not hear
 Goodnight my dear
 Goodnight my cold little one
 Has your dream begun
 She has gone to New York City