Now it's me whose stoned, it's Tuesday night
limping home from the bar
a couple laughs some drinks, some photographs
but I probably won't be seeing her again
Now there's a gloominess in Brooklyn
and it hangs like a ghost high in the air
all the fuss, the drugs, the nice, expensive stuff
what are we really doing here?
The lights are off in my apartment
my roommate isn't home
I make desperate love to a pale, blue screen
and I wonder why I'm alone
There was a time when I did wander
like a child through your hair
I lost that feeling and I don't know
if I can ever find it again
But I care, yes I care, I swear I care
I could still be free if I wanted
I could make a change and fix my head
But I think that means I'd have to leave you
and frankly doll I might rather be dead
Still there's a void, a cave, a vacancy
there in the flannel ocean bed
your tiny body used to be there
now I dream your tiny body there instead
No I don't mean to blame it all on you now
in fact I don't blame you much at all
There are just some things i've got to do now
and I've gotta be alone to ramble on
So I'm gonna leave and you can't stop me
New York never could be mind
Maybe just this once we both could sleep here
if we promise it's the final fucking time
New York makes me wanna love you
New York makes me wanna cry
New York tried to keep me with you
but it missed just a little every time
I could still be free if I wanted
I could make a change and save my life