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