Drops From The Faucet

Drops in the faucet like a nervous heart

Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde

I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen

Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again?



I call up the Grand central, information please

Is that nickel line on time, oh fine

And it's a hair-do with a wave

We've both forgot and forgave last time



A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square

Said City Hall wants us off the street

There's no Christmas in the air

Some high-brows were waiting

Carnation bright lapels



Their big cars line the curbs outside those grand hotels

I passed a Marquee, Third Avenue

Ramona with Loretta Young and I swung myself around

And headed uptown to the train



So this is New Year's Eve another year has passed

We wait so patiently, still they come and go so fast

I stand on this platform wait for that basket of light

And the sound of the whistle screamin' out

Like a hot trumpet in the night



And as I'm waitin' I wonder why and where

And what went wrong

But this song don't tell no lies

It was just a quick good-bye