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The cool is dead, baby, go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning we'll start over again That's how they do it up on the screen See, me and my baby, we would dance all night But I don't know the steps in my baby's time To do it like they do it for the girls uptown I heard they light 'em up like the blues So I'm waiting And she's waiting For us to remember And was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do So I will wait on the edges inbetween These New York streets where you and I would meet For twenty-nine years we loved that line And I would take it easy if I had your mind But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire And you're slow like Motown soul So what now, lover, with your long black hair? If I cut you open, baby, I can repair And bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue And I'm the only one 'round here And I'm waiting And she's waiting For us to recover So was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do So I will wait on the edges inbetween These New York streets where you and I would meet And only I can heal your wounds Only I can heal your wounds When you can't go on When you can't go on When you can't go on anymore Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my-- Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do So I will wait on the edges inbetween I will wait on the edges inbetween And I will wait on the edges inbetween these New York streets On all these New York streets where you and I would meet |