And you wake me on a Sunday And you sit me up in bed And you talk in only whispers And you praise the day ahead And you throw me your old sweater And you get me in my pants And you help me tie a shoelace When you tell me of your plan And you put me on the subway And you hold my head up high And you nod at sad-eyed widows And you watch the clouds roll by And you walk me to the harbor And you take me by the hand And you lead me through the market Past the bonbon stand And you point at starving seagulls And you imitate their sound And you trick me to the river Where there's no one else around And you pull me in the water And you kiss me on cocaine And you push and keep me under And change the kind of pain ♪ And you take me from the harbor In your arms and in your hands And you lead me through the market And you pass the bonbon stand And you put me on the subway And you hold my head up high And you smile at dressy Christians While their kids play in the aisle And you tip the morning desk clerk And you lay me back in bed And you say I'm more than welcome And you leave me there More alive than dead