Broken bottles, broken glassn$5 baggies on the groundnAnd the evening sky rising high abovenThis forgotten place we foundnSirens wail back in the canyonsnWe fled here to escapenAnd I hold your hand and feel you shivernAs the winter swirls around your facennOn this January SundaynWe watch the airplanes fly awaynAs they rise up from the airportnAbove the Meadowlands HighwaynSee their reflections in the rivernSliding by us cool and darknLike tiny silver fishnThey ride the current wishnAway from Freedom ParknnCHORUSnnSomeday somedaynWe're gonna look downnUpon this strip of cold concretenAnd remember, remember, remember the soundnOf broken bottles beneath our feetnAs we crash through heaven's tollboothnIn our fleeting getaway carnAnd pick apart this townnUntil we're looking down into this Freedom ParknnWe share a Milky Way in quietnAs we walk out past the spotnWhere there used to be a swing setnWhere a little girl got shotnI know you're thinkin about your brother, Richard, toonI wish we could bring him backnAs the wind toots on a liquor bottlenInside a paper sacknnNow put your gloves on girl, you hear me saynMy arm slippin around your waistnIts cold as hell I hear me saynAs the dusk becomes this placenThen we're listenin' to a fading jetnSlip up into the darknAnd without a word we turn aroundnAnd walk outta Freedom ParknnCHORUS