The Dakota

歌詞

It was a Monday morning, I was coming in from a long trip on the road. I flagged a cab near the East Side Terminal, I said, "Please take me home." We drove up along Third Avenue, crossed through Central Park. When we came out at Seventy second Street, I felt a cold chill in my heart. Every time I see the Dakota, I think about that night. Shots ringing out, the angry shouts, A man losing his life. Well, it's something we shouldn't dwell upon, But it's something we shouldn't ignore. Too many good men have been cut down, Let's pray there won't be any more. Rush hour traffic was bottled up, We slowly inched by. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help staring At the scene of the crime. There was an old man sweeping last night's dirt Out of the darkened vestibule, And a uniformed guard in a gold-trimmed cap Watching the world pass in review. But every time I see the Dakota, I think about that night. Shots ringing out, the angry shouts, A man losing his life. Well, it's something we shouldn't dwell upon, But it's something we shouldn't ignore. Too many good men have been cut down, Let's pray there won't be any more. I don't believe in coincidence, So why then on the radio Did an old familiar voice Echo back from not so long ago? "Imagine all the people Living life in peace." Well, it's hard to do When you are on this blood-stained street. I wish I had the answer To the simple question, "Why?" I wish this taxi would go faster Oh, I wish the driver would try To leave this street And leave this old building far behind. I wish I could take these bitter thoughts And just shake them from my mind. But Every time I see the Dakota, I still think of that night. Shots ringing out, the angry shouts, A man losing his life. Well, it's something we shouldn't dwell upon, But it's something we shouldn't ignore. Too many good men have been cut down, Let's pray there won't be any more.