Orphaned in the Storm

On the thin edge of the wedge, you pinned my narrow world Where the moon hit the street and the rain danced On the steel tops of the cars, a rain so deafening Like the sound of a thousand broken rosaries Another week of Mondays in shades of stormy gray Drinking highballs of rye and ginger ale Two drifters on our own Trying to keep each other warm Two orphaned in the storm Hanging out and hanging on Cast our shadows to the ground Two orphaned in the storm A touch of Brooklyn in your voice, Lord knows you hide it well And I will love you with all my damaged heart Like a diamond in the hollow, the scarlet of a thread And I will love you with all my damaged heart Another week of Mondays, we're running off the rails Rising up through the quicksand and the clay Two drifters on our own Trying to keep each other warm Two orphaned in the storm Hanging out and hanging on Blowing smoke rings 'round the clouds! Two orphaned in the storm Two drifters on our own Trying to keep each other warm Two orphaned in the storm Hanging out and hanging on Cast our shadows to the ground Two orphaned in the storm Two drifters on our own Trying to keep each other warm Two orphaned in the storm Hanging out and hanging on Blowing smoke rings 'round the clouds Two orphaned in the storm