Well, you met her there on a New York City stair You were throwing up on your shoes Tryin' to write the great book when it really had you shook With a bad case of wintertime blues
So you drag her down to the ragged side of town She had a taxi to carry her home Then she left her handkerchief there beside you on the seat As if to emphasize that you were all alone
It smelled like springtime and you were just a boy And all the lilacs in Ohio All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go. In the city streets and the dirty winter snow
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio. Well, she's the love story you speak of When you talk to Sam at the bar But it's in the details your story often fails
Yeah, close, but no cigar And you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glass But you'll never erase her smile And you'll never write it down, never find her in this town
Of phantom dreams and fingernail files It was springtime, and you were just a boy And all the lilacs in Ohio All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go
In city streets and the dirty winter snow All the lilacs in Ohio - hio So you pin her handkerchief to your clean white linen sheets And you unmake your bed, crawl in
You imagine her there and you're tangled in her hair And she smells like flowers again And it's springtime, and you were just a boy All the lilacs in Ohio
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go In the city streets and the dirty winter snow All the lilacs in Ohio - hio
Compositor: John R Hiatt (Hiatt John) ECAD: Obra #31014491