On the right bank of the East River
Sittin' on torn concrete
Shaking hands and empty fingers
And I know it
Won't mean anything
If indeed this was like a first marriage
Then you and I together
Can be like
Divorcees
I don't need to talk about it
And I don't know
To anything yet
So you can take what's on the table
When you go
You go for everything
And if indeed this was like a first marriage
Then you and I together
Can be like
Divorcees
