Lyrics:

The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep
Rest your weary head and lover bury me
Maybe in the morning we'll start over again
That's how they do it up on the screen

See me and my baby, we would dance all night
But I don't know the steps in my baby's time
To do it like they do it for the girls uptown
I heard they light 'em up like the blues

So I'm waiting
And she's waiting
For us to remember

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet

For twenty-nine years we loved that line
And I would take it easy if I had your mind
But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire
And you're slow like Motown soul

So what now, lover with your long black hair?
If I cut you open, baby, I can repair
Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue
I'm the only one round here

And I'm waiting
And she's waiting
For us to recover

So was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet

And only I can heal your wounds
Only I can heal your wounds
When you can't go on, when you can't go on
When you can't go on, anymore, hold on

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between

And I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets
On all these New York streets
Where you and I would meet