Going to Queens

The ghostly sing-song

Of the children playing double-dutch

I felt the wind come through the window

I felt it turn around and switch back

In the second story room

In Jamaica, Queens

Your hair was dripping wet

Your skin was clean

And the children skipping rope

Tripled their speed

You were all I'd ever wanted

You were all I'd ever need

In New York City in the middle of July

The air was heavy and wet

The air was heavy, your body was heavy on mine

I will know who you are yet, I will know who you are yet