Looking out over Brooklyn
And my knees, my knees are shot
Middle age is here
And the renaissance is not
16 onto 38, 20 pull off dead
Looking after your dog
And he can't be left alone
He's as dumb as a log
But the telephone is cold
18 onto 45, 20 pull off dead
You were back from Alaska
And you were head of state
Yeah it's mostly symbolic
But you might control my fate
80 onto 95, 20 pull off dead