Painted white
New in town
You weren’t hiring
But I was looking
In those days
My working days
Came in from Jersey
Not from Brooklyn
Oh my love
Was it all in vain?
We always wanted money
Now the money’s not the same
In a quiet moment at the theater
I could hear the train
Deep inside the city
Your memory remains
CHORUS:
Mary Boone, Mary Boone
I’m on the dark side of your room
Mary Boone, Mary Boone
Well, I hope you feel like loving someone soon
Crooked crime
Petty cop
Not on thе street yet
But it was cooking
In those days
The burning days
Thе one from Queens
Not from Brooklyn
Oh, my love
Was it all in vain?
We always wanted money
Now the money’s not the same
In a quiet moment at the theater
I could feel your pain
Deep inside the city
Your memory remains
CHORUS
Book of hours
Russian icons and
Sand mandalas and
Natarajas and
Hex sign barns
Ando churches and
Whirling dervishes
Long exposures and
These two tunnels go west and east
Let me bring you my masterpiece
You’re the author of everything
Use this voice and let it sing
CHORUS
