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