Wet Behind the Ears

Grab yourself a taxi cab, it's much too far to walk
The far end of Central Park, we'll have a drink and talk
Recall when you first came to town, still wet behind the ears
Turned the city upside down while conquering your fears
That was long ago, Corrine, a dozen years or more
Not inclined to count, I mean don't care to know for sure
Sometimes I think the deepest dark is right before the day
That's what people say

Look down, look down
For pennies in the street
Look up, look up
See what your dark eyes meet
Look out, look out
The subject of your fears
Reflected from the mirror at you
Still wet behind the ears

Remember how I loved you once, and how you loved me too
Both of us have changed so much, old memories must do
The friends we knew have moved away, they did their time and split
Other faces took their place, there is no end to it
Some are born and some are raised right here and never leave
The rest of us are strangers, find that hard to believe
That might be the attraction, though we feel a cut above
Still something near to love