The Fabulous Entourage Follow

Covers up the cracks in the road
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes
And wipes her pretty nose

Like a part-time Elvis imitator
These streets, I knew so well
Have been pasted beyond recognition
With a temporary smell

Now the midnight train eases out
Leaving everyone marooned
And without her it might as well be
The surface of the moon

So from the well swept streets of Jackson Heights
To the dockside drudgery
Every thing's now a replica
Of what it used to be

But since they tarted up the trenches
And painted the bridges blue
It seems less like a home to me
Than just a place they bury you

Now we're lit up like a cathedral
In our frozen concrete ruin
And without her it might as well be
The surface of the moon

So I need her and I love her, that is true
But I'm stuck here like some shipwreck
Still holding on to you
But when they beat out the tramps
And patch up the slums, everything will be fine
There'll be a new facade for us to hide behind

So on the ancient trails of our coupling
In the places we used to meet
I am amazed by the lack of memories
That I thought would flood through me

And the riverside where we first kissed
Has now been reduced
To a phony old world market
Where only shoppers get seduced

Now your arms embrace me strangely
In your unfamiliar room
And for all I care it might as well be
The surface of the moon

Yeah, for all I care it might as well be
The surface of the moon

Covers up the cracks in the road
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes