In The Bronx

Maybe one day

I'll just take you with me

You, the one

Who sits at my bed everynight

When I'm tired and

I talk to you.

Yeah.

I'll take you with me

In the Bronx

And I'll rent you

An Apartment to sleep in,

Just so at 3 a.m.

I can dodge drivebys

And I can avoid alleyway walkers

And I can buzz you.

Have to make sure

The apartment accommodates

To this requirement!

Then you'll stir and skew

And sit up in bed,

Wondering who's trying to

Contact you at this ungodly hour.

Oh, it's just me.

You sat at my bed everynight and I

Talked at you until you became

Deaf.

I'm surprised the buzzing awoke you,

Love.

You'll stumble down the stairs,

Maybe take a tumble

At my expense.

I'll drag your weary frame

To the corner of 224th and 225th.

I'll point up at the

Diameter and diameter in the sky.

I'll make sure the lamppost is glowing bright

And there's at least one hobo

On the corner, right?

Then we'll prove ourselves

Absolutely insane,

Kiss the lamppost,

Because you're deaf and God knows we're alone.