You were mysterious and beguiling
The queen of Coney Island
And your magic looked a lot like the truth
You lay back on that bed of nails
My life was so far off the rails
I thought that you would be the one to pull me through
Broken can fix broken
And the blind can lead the blind
Just depends on where you're going
And on what you hope to find
We got a bachelor up in Queens
Living loud and dying lean
But I swear that we were happy for a time
Like a sitcom with a laugh track
Like a supermarket paperback
We know where this is going but we want to take the ride, believing
Broken can fix broken
And the blind can lead the blind
Just depends on where you're going
And on what you hope to find
What did we hope to find?
What did we hope to find?
I said, "Honey, where's your magic?"
You said, "Baby, where's your music?"
We said, "New York City's eating up my heart."
And I guess that's where we left it
In the dumpster behind Leo's
With the mattress and the three-wheeled shopping cart
And I was out there on the fire escape
Watching them put up the police tape
And thinking "I can't take this anymore!"
I knew you'd never let me in
Behind that sexy stagelight grin
So I came inside and walked right out the front door
Broken can fix broken
And the blind can lead the blind
Just depends on where you're going
And on what you hope to find
Where are we going?
And what are we hoping to find?