A name called loud & long into the rising sun. A recycled bag swung
in a hand going somewhere great. A white cross hanging in a fast car.
Who’s that in the photograph, every face turned to camera in
black & white, wide-eyed, back in a time when everything was amazing?
Well, hello! I see New York on your back. You don’t look the type
to carry that casually, don’t worry, we’re all mad here.
Get your camera out, a memory is coming, so cute, so gorgeous,
you’ll want it when you see it. Roll your eyes, it’s a recipe,
taster, try it, push it ’round the plate. You’re gonna love it,
here it comes.