Outside another yellow moon. Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes. I climb through the window and down the street. Shining like a new dime. The downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls.
Outside another yellow moon. punched a hole in the nighttime, yes. (I) climb through your window and down the street. I'm shining like a new dime. The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls.
Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift. 'Neath the cement stroll catch the midnight drift. Cigar chewing charlie in that newspaper nest. Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best.
Diamonds on my windshield. Tears from heaven. Pulling into town on the Interstate. Pulling a steel train in the rain. The wind bites my cheek through the wing.
Depot, depot, what am I doing here?. Depot, depot, what am I doing here?. I ain't coming, I ain't going. My confusion is showing. Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue.
Outside another yellow moon. Has punched a hole in the nighttime. I climb through the window and down to the street. I'm shining like a new dime. The downtown trains are full.
Outside another yellow moon. Punched a hole in the nighttime, yes. I climb through the window and down the street. Shining like a new dime. The downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls.
Outside another yellow moon. Has punched a hole in the nighttime. I climb through the window and down to the street. I'm shining like a new dime. . The downtown trains are full.