Anchorage (New Moon Baby)

Sandpipers prick the grey mudflats of Anchorage That extend their filth a quarter mile into the sea An overloaded Piper Cub hops rabbitlike into a cloud Smoke trails high above, and sediment below me I sat and watched the diving birds Fish the placid bay in Charleston Asked a young guy in the street Where you drink if you look like me There's not too many on the street With five days' beard in Charleston But you can buy a vodka that tastes just like sweet tea From the one room with no windows To the other with no bed One messed with my pocket The other with my head One man can live on bread alone I should know, 'cause I've tried But if you live on bread alone You'll probably die Yellow propellor biplane pulling circles overhead Take me back to Brooklyn, back to our four-post iron bed I can't be away from you, no, I can't be alone I know I've been away too long, I'm coming home. Yellow propellor biplane pulling circles overhead Take me back to Brooklyn, back to our four-post iron bed One man can live on bread alone I should know, I've tried But if you live on bread alone Then you die New moon baby, your voice is steady on the phone I'm coming home Each day was one long road It made sense to be alone Each days' trip was one long road As long as I kept moving, it made sense to be alone I can't be away from you, no, I can't be alone 'Cause with you I've found a home.