When we got married under the Golden Gate
Then we got drunk in the Upper Haight
It was a sunny day, all our friends got laid
And then we got a little older, moved away
Took I80 into New York City
It's a long damn way, but it sure is pretty
We ran out of gas near Colfax
And delivered our first child
Nine months after that
And I just called to say
I know you're always sittin' in the barrio waitin'
But there will come a day
And it'll be easier to fly away
Than it will be to stay
Lived in a New York studio
Till we left the city for a modest home
A Springstein song, a whole life long
A breeze that lifts your hair
Once before it's gone, gone
Time will come and shift it's weight
The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake
And when I die I'll see your face
In a sundress on a Saturday
Or far away
And I just called to say
I know you're always sittin' in the barrio waitin'
I know that there will come a day
And it'll be easier to fly away
Than it will be to stay
Stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay