On the thin edge of the wedge, you pinned my narrow world
Where the moon hit the street and the rain danced
On the steel tops of the cars, a rain so deafening
Like the sound of a thousand broken rosaries
Another week of Mondays in shades of stormy gray
Drinking highballs of rye and ginger ale
Two drifters on our own
Trying to keep each other warm
Two orphaned in the storm
Hanging out and hanging on
Cast our shadows to the ground
Two orphaned in the storm
A touch of Brooklyn in your voice, Lord knows you hide it well
And I will love you with all my damaged heart
Like a diamond in the hollow, the scarlet of a thread
And I will love you with all my damaged heart
Another week of Mondays, we're running off the rails
Rising up through the quicksand and the clay
Two drifters on our own
Trying to keep each other warm
Two orphaned in the storm
Hanging out and hanging on
Blowing smoke rings 'round the clouds!
Two orphaned in the storm
Two drifters on our own
Trying to keep each other warm
Two orphaned in the storm
Hanging out and hanging on
Cast our shadows to the ground
Two orphaned in the storm
Two drifters on our own
Trying to keep each other warm
Two orphaned in the storm
Hanging out and hanging on
Blowing smoke rings 'round the clouds
Two orphaned in the storm
