Woorden: Counting Crows. Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings. Washington Square.

I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me
I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air
Nothing I needed is left there behind me
I walk out through the shadows of Washington Square

I wander the highways from Dublin to Berkeley
And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen
But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing
Just the memories of walking through Washington Square

Now I live in the shadows where light is electric
And time is a number that rests on a wall
And nobody knows me, my friends and my family
Are as far from this city as Washington Square

So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight
And I'll follow this freeway out into the air
In case you should wonder and wanted to find me
I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square
I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square
Washington Square, Washington Square