The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep
Rest your weary head and love a better me
And in the morning we´ll start over again
That´s how they do it up on the screen

See me and my baby, we would dance all night
But I don´t know the steps in my baby´s time
To do it like they do it for the girls uptown
I heard they light ´em up like the blues

So I´m waiting
And she´s waiting
For us to remember

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet

For twenty-nine years we loved that line
And I would take it easy if I had your mind
But I´m a cannonball to a house on fire
And you´re slow like Motown soul

So what now, lover with your long black hair?
If I cut you open, baby, I can repair
Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue
And I´m the only one around here

And I´m waiting
And she´s waiting
For us to recover

So was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet

And only I can heal your wounds
Only I can heal your wounds
When you can´t go on, when you can´t go on
When you can´t go on, when you know, hold on

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between

And I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets
On all these New York streets
Where you and I would meet