Zephyr & I stand out on   West End Avenue   talking about the things that   all of us used to do      and the wind kicks up with the smell of rain    the kids are gone but the souls remain      Zephyr and I sort out our    long time memories   do you remember, he says,   the 1970's      this was a youth mall    of america on this street   all of us hanging here   like underage cops on a beat      and the wind kicks up in the smell of rain   now the kids are gone but their souls remain    the graffiti goes but the walls retain   the flowers go but the earth must still remain      in spring the tide in Riverside    will wash away the cold and frozen   river rain will clean the stain and   wash away wash away downstream       out on the corner by the   Fireman's Monument   this was the place where all the   fatherless teenagers went      well the wind kicks up in the smell of rain   the kids are gone but the souls remain   the graffiti's gone and the walls complain    the flowers go but the earth must still remain