Snow in a soulless city

Covers up the cracks in the road

As a wastrel buys her cigarettes

And wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis imitator

These streets, I knew so well

Have been pasted beyond recognition

With a temporary smell Now the midnight train eases out

Leaving everyone marooned

And without her it might as well be

The surface of the moon So from the well swept streets of Jackson Heights

To the dockside drudgery

Every thing's now a replica

Of what it used to be But since they tarted up the trenches

And painted the bridges blue

It seems less like a home to me

Than just a place they bury you Now we're lit up like a cathedral

In our frozen concrete ruin

And without her it might as well be

The surface of the moon So I need her and I love her, that is true

But I'm stuck here like some shipwreck

Still holding on to you

But when they beat out the tramps

And patch up the slums, everything will be fine

There'll be a new facade for us to hide behind So on the ancient trails of our coupling

In the places we used to meet

I am amazed by the lack of memories

That I thought would flood through me And the riverside where we first kissed

Has now been reduced

To a phony old world market

Where only shoppers get seduced Now your arms embrace me strangely

In your unfamiliar room

And for all I care it might as well be

The surface of the moon Yeah, for all I care it might as well be

The surface of the moon