We met them at a block party on Sansom Street

One Bastille Day,

Two Berliners, true believers,

Who met when the Wall fell,

A night he remembered

For the chunk of concrete

He carried home

And they carried with them for several years

Until she made him get rid of it.

It turned out she was from the east

And what was a symbol to him

Was real to her

And you realized that the Wall

Had two sides

And she tore hers down

One night in New Jersey.