You cant stop a paradise
Sitting on moral hands
Im out of cigarettes
The bodegas closed
And Ill be back tomorrow
I hold her address
In my right hand
Theres a gentleman
On her mattress
Well I guess Ill tear the envelope
Youll swim through menopause
Before you see me again
Youre broken accent
Draws my attention
All your way to the bus stop baby doll
New York license plates
Line the interstate
A million miles away
You hold someones weight
How can I make this bus stop turn around?
I have waited in line for
This distance I paid for
And I took off all your cloths
And all my cloths
Now were both cold
You cant stop a lonely man
From all his lonely plans
Im stuck in Michigan
The airports snowed in
And Ill be back tomorrow
You cant see her foreign hands
If were in China town
Her peacoats on the ground
And I smell her whiskey mouth
You cant have that lip talk to me now
On high holy days
You knew my Hebrew name
They threw stones at us
I cleaned off all your blood
But I still see lies on your tongue
I have waited in line for
This distance I paid for
And I took off all your cloths
And all my cloths
Now were both cold
Oh, your Pentecostal soul
Lifted me up from the hole
That Ive been in
Still, I cant live alone
Not without a telephone
And glittery wine
Ohh, we can start a war
We can open all the doors
And let in the light
I wont lie anymore
I wont be terrified of my mind
You came from Tel Aviv
Told me things are changing
And it will be fine
Take off that medical tape
Help me to put back the stones to fill the hole
Lighten the weight
I was wrong
When I lied
I was terrified
Of my mind
Take it all
Take it all
Take all of my life