The Sun Comes Swaggering Across The Harbour
The sun comes swaggering across the harbour
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows
And she already plainly shaky stands there
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty
A town Luigi who don't speak English so good
Is having an accident
Backing his dump truck into the fence
The tin can goes clattering down the lane
A drowsy bum thinks it's thunder
Pulls the *** over his head
Too strong
To stop the rain
No, it ain't Judgement Day
No, it ain't Armageddon
Just the apple stretching in your knee
Just the morning
New York putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching in your knee



Just the morning

It's just the apple stretching in your knee
New York, putting its feet on the floor

Just the morning
New York, putting its feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching in your knee
Suburban refugees
Fleeing in cramped districts
Worm-ridden fruit trees
Stream out of Grand Central
Pleased to be breathing bagels and pollution
In Times Square
New graffiti
Old revolutions
A bad lady is cursing the waiter
And giving her a free coffee
Lucky he's a Jesus-free moonlighting
At the Acme Discount Store over in Queens
The burglar alarm starts to scream
A cop whips out his gun
Fires one
And yells
FREEZE!
No
No, it ain't World War IV
No, it ain't World War IV
It's just the apple stretching in your ear
Just morning
New York putting his feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching in your ear
Just morning
Just morning
New York putting his feet on the floor
New York putting its feet on the floor
Nearby, in the Hudson
A hooker makes a ute
To help the blind man to his pew in the park
Some long-ago home training jars the memory
The bag lady says, thank you, and curtsies
A herd of beaten tourists limp homeward
Having bitten off more than they could chew
Moaning them old big city blues
Slimity against their quants and greets
Another subway starts rattling
And Luigi's hands 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 in your knee
Just for me
And you're putting it to sleep
On the floor
It's just the apple stretching in your knee
Just for me
And you're putting it to sleep
On the floor
Sunday, New York
Sunday, New York
I thought that guy was just gonna knock me over
He flew by me so fast
Oh, God, did you see this idiot down on the stairs?
Sometimes you have to be so paranoid, you know what I mean?
That could be the New York slasher over there
***!
I wonder if sometimes if I yell help
Can anybody hear me? I don't think so
I just stay up in this wonder room
For the whole week, I just stay up here
A whole weekend
Higher
A weekend
Doesn't anybody work in this town?
There is always so many people in the street
Mm-hmm
There is a new religion
In America
In this place?
Look crazy!
I think I have to move to the West Village
I can't take this