In Brooklyn Lyrics - Al Stewart

Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology 

She said as she stepped on my instep 

I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street and Nine 

Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas 

She sat down to play on a doorstep 

Saying, Come back to my place I will show you the stars and the signs 

So I followed her into the black lands 

Where the window frames peel and flake 

And the old Jewish face behind the lace 

Even now trying to get to see what's cooking 

Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid thinking there's no-one looking 

And its eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn 

Her house was a dusty collection of rusty 

Confusion with landings and tunnels 

And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things 

Where twenty-five Puerto Ricans, Manhattan Mohicans 

And Jewish-Italian Pawnbrokers 

Lead their theatrical lives in their rooms in the wings 

While outside in the black lands 

The violent day runs wild 

And the black and white minstrels run through the crazy 

Alleys while the cops go booking 

And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there's no-one looking 

And it's eighty degrees and I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn 

And oh, I'm back in the city again 

You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain 

She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies 

For coffee that tasted of hot dogs 

I said, That's OK, mine was cold anyway, and just grand 

Then she lay on the bed while the radio fed 

Us with records and adverts for cat food 

And I looked at her, holding my thoughts in the palm of my hand 

And outside in the black lands 

The evening came and went 

And the bums in the street begging money for one last drink 

Are hanging round the liquor stores trying to get a foot in 

And the girl from Pittsburgh and I made love on a mattress with the new moon looking 

And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my knees in Brooklyn