Many a time I wait at your door and fall asleep on the floor
And as I awake, all of these papers surround me
The Times and the Post, they help keep me afloat
With their witty interjections about life in this boat
This torrid boat called New York
I wake up with my lonely person
And you are just a fascination I'm dreaming of
Lately I recall, I'm getting too old to crawl
Or is it just pins and needles that are falling off my bones?
Maybe I'm not tough enough for this old town
Apartment hall sleeping isn't sleeping so sound
I wake up with my lonely person
And you are just a fascination I'm dreaming of
I'm reaching for another life
One that's sound and cozy and you're my wife
One day we'll stand up tall, rise upon a cool forest floor
Wondering if this is the place we have always belonged
And nowhere else to go but down some musty old road
Toward the unknown, toward the unknown, the unknown