Washington Square's right up the street
That was the place where we would meet
Outside the dog run, don't be late
Most of the time I'd sit and wait

Looking at people passing by
A customer's bagging his supply
Just as he thought she wouldn't show
There she comes running don't you know it

Daylight's wasting, daylight
Yeah, I can taste it
It falls from the sky

I had a band of certain fame
The brownstone walk-ups was our name
The singer was fair but got it wrong
He never did justice to my songs

He did more for me and that's a fact
When he went and stabbed me in the back
So I've gotta do now don't you know
What I should've done five years ago

Yeah, 'cos daylight's wasting, daylight
Yes I can taste it
As it falls from the sky

Daylight's wasting, daylight
As it falls from the sky
Daylight's wasting, daylight

by Renan Marchi