We took the train to get bagels in Brooklyn

They might be the best in New York

A man passed out onto the tracks, when they rescued him

He almost went back for his phone

You cried to me 'bout the crack in the screen

That this city won't let us ignore

It's all in your face 'til it gets to your brain

And you can't see the spirits any more

Oh, but I think it's time we get back to our dog

She'll be waiting for us

Oh, but I think we might feed her early

I'm feeling more generous

Under the scaffold you noticed a vigil

That I thought were candles for sale

So I made a joke 'bout the face in the photo

Said that must be why they don't sell

Oh, and you said, "I don't think that those are for us"

As I swallowed my tongue

Oh, but I think that that was a kind way

Of filling me in, generous

And oh, as I made my way back to the cancer infirmary

And oh, I hardly noticed the fight breaking out at the pharmacy

And oh, I asked a man 'bout the course of his terminal disease

He said, "The Lord has always been good to me"

He said, "The Lord has always been good to me"