Julienne, darling, Brooklyn's calling,
calling out your name.
And Julienne, darling, the sirens are singing,
begging you to come and play.
And Julienne,
darling,
the telephone's ringing,
but you won't listen.
We all just wanna get through,
before the setting moon.
We all just wanna get through,
to you.
Julienne,
darling,
the children are quarreling,
it's all over you.
Out on the doorstep,
21 Girl Scouts selling cookies to Batuu.
Robins and Starlins sing for the darling,
but you won't listen.
We all just wanna get through,
before the setting moon.
We all just wanna get through,
to you.
All we need is just a compass and a pen.
Wrap it out and let the arrows
guide you where.
Cause in the end we're all directionless.
When north is south and east is west,
and every step's incongruous.
When north is south and east is west,
all we have are the people we call friends.
Julienne,
darling,
Brooklyn's starving,
hungry just like you.
Houses are winning,
the table is spinning,
strains of darling be home soon.
The Hudson is rising,
advertising,
but you won't listen.
We all just wanna get through,
before the setting moon.
We all just wanna get through,
to you.
All we need is just a compass and a pen.
Wrap it out and let the arrows guide you where.
Cause in the end we're all directionless.
When north is south and east is west,
and every step's incongruous.
When north is south and east is west,
all we have are the people we like best.