In Brooklyn

Verse:1 ’Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology’       She said as she stood 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’.            Pre-Chorus:1    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 look  i   ng.             And its eighty degrees and I’m down on my knees                       in Brooklyn.                     verse 2: 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         Pre-Chorus:2 While outside in the black lands The violent day runs wild         And the black and white minstrelsrun through the crazy alleys While the cops go booking      And ruthless toothless agents sneak around and there’s no-one look  i    ng       And it’s eighty degrees and I’m down on my         knees in Brooklyn.        Bridge: And oh I’m back in the city again.               You can tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain....      Verse: 3 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               Pre-Chorus:3 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 look  i    ng.                And in the cool evening breeze I was down on my              knees in Brooklyn.....