Williamsburg

I still can't walk through Williamsburg

Without looking for her there

Every woman with fallen eyes and darkness in her hair

I see someone that she might be

But I am still not sure

I stare at the arms waist and hips

And I remember what was pure

When she finally turns around

I know that it's not her

For she is some place far away

And not this caricature

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

I'm tired souls my weary eyes

Keep looking but still can't see

Her beauty or her touch now

Or the way we used to be

You know I still can't walk through Williamsburg

I have to leave this place

To go somewhere she'll never be

A ghost without a face

Practice my anmesia

I practice letting go

Cast her in forgotten lands

Where all is buried down below

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

Cause I know you're not

And you know I do

And you know it is always true

Test of faith

Test your faith

Come and test your faith

Come and test your faith

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

Don't tell me I don't love you

Don't tell me you're all right

Cause I know you're not

And you know I do

And you know that is

Always

Always

Always

Always true

A test of faith