You told me once you would have never wandered away
from the misty mountains of those dandy staccato violins
but when you avalanched into my life
it was another time
another era
and the moon
never really truly shone
You said my love my lonesome nights are never-ending
and I, I gave away my liberty
one of these days my babe I’d like to take a stroll in Brooklyn Heights
and then maybe we shall invade the promenade