Suzanne Vega

We go to the playground
In the wintertime
The sun is fading fast
Upon the slides into the past
Upon the swings of indecision
In the wintertime
In the dimming diamonds
Scattering in the park
In the tickling
And the trembling
Of freeze tag
In the dark
We play that were actors
On a movie screen
I will be dietrich
And you can be dean
You stand
With your hand
In your pocket
And lean against the wall
You will be bogart
And I will be