Well, that crooked voice came creaking out Through the frosted glass of a cocktail lounge Well, I love your voice, full of salt and oil Stars are burning behind the clouds Rats are running the sidewalks down Well, your pitch is loose, and your words are sour But they pick me up, and they get me going From the windy streets to the dusty dawn To the 79th Street bus going home tonight I was told you had a choice And your blood was burning again So I stared past the new dawn And I did what everyone did Ice in your throat with the radio hissing As you burn all the breath in your lungs Now the bells will ring and the sun will rise And the room goes red in my haloed eyes I'm farther away now, but your star is bright I was told you had a choice And your blood was burning again So I stared past the star-filled morning And I did what everyone did But you're stronger than that now You won't need our hearts again You can stare down the road you came Goodnight, that's all that there is