The Apple Stretching
(专辑: Living My Life - 1982)
The
sun comes swaggering across the
harbour, And kisses the
lady waiting in the
narrows, She already plenty shaky stands there, Blushing, clutching the
torch of liberty, Uptown Luigi who don't speak english so good, Is having an accident, Backing his dumptruck into the
fence, The
tin cans go clattering down the
lane, A
drowsy bum thinks its thunder, And pulls the
news over his head to stop the
rain. No, it ain't judgement day, No, it ain't Armageddon, It's just the
apple stretching and yawning, just morning. New York putting it's feet on the
floor, It's just the
apple stretching and yawning, just morning, New York putting it's feet on the
floor. Suburban refugees fleeing the
cracked cisterns, Worm ridden fruit trees stream out Grand Central, Please to be breathing bagels and pollution. In Time Square new graffiti, old revolutions, A
bag lady is cursing the
waiter for giving her a
free coffee Lucky he's a
Jesus freak moonlighting, At the
Acme discount store over in Queens, The
burglar alarm starts to scream, A
cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, "FREEZE!". No, it ain't World War Four, No, it ain't World War Four, It's just the
apple stretching and yawning, just morning, New York putting its feet on the
floor. Nearby the
Hudson a
hooker makes a
'U', To help a
blind man to his pew in the
park, Some long ago home training jars the
memory, The
bag lady says 'Thank you' and curties. The
herd of beaten tourists limp homeward, Having bitten off more than they could chew, Moaning them old big city blues, Miss Liberty depicts her qualms and grins, Another subway starts rattling, And Luigi's cans go clattering down the
hill. No, it ain't some kind of ill wind, No, it ain't the
world coming to an end, Just the
apple stretching and yawning, just morning, New York putting its feet on the
floor.