standing on this corner where there used to be a street

I used to be your favorite drunk
Good for one more laugh
Then we both ran out of luck
And luck was all we had...


So let’s drink to when it’s over
And let’s drink to when we meet
I’ll be standing on this corner
Where there used to be a street...


I cried for you this morning
And I’ll cry for you again
But I’m not in charge of sorrow
So please don’t ask me when

I know the burden’s heavy
As you bear it through the night
Some people say it’s empty
But that doesn’t mean it’s light...

So let’s drink to when it’s over
And let’s drink to when we meet
I’ll be standing on this corner
Where there used to be a street

"A Street," Leonard Cohen.

[Damen Avenue below Division Street]