Washington Square Songtext

On her biggest wall, she hung Warhol And wishes she had never used The last magazine, in which she was seen Was sold to the self abused This lovely one holds an empty gun And swears it was done on a dare Her only fear, is that her career, Has been damaged beyond repair Down on Washington Square The summer breeze, blows the shades off the window As she stares out on to Seventh Avenue She sees a rastafarian, out on the corner, Trying to sell his point of view Without affection, she tells her connection, "I need a fix this just isn't fair" And he takes a walk, around the block, And disappears into thin air Into Washington Square She sits there all alone Wondering when he will come She reads every page of Vogue Magazine, Studies every single look She came on the scene, behind amphetamines, And left before they finished the book Mirror, mirror, on the wall Does this mean that you no longer care? You used to tell her that she was the one But now that you're no longer here She stands and stares out on Washington Square Doesn't anybody understand she needs someone, Blown away in the loft, late at night into oblivion, She found her bag of troubles and tricks Down on Commerce Avenue All the muggers, all the whores and the thieves Told her, all of her dreams would come true "Jeanine" they said, "she set her old man free, Down at the Chelsea, just before he disappeared" She takes a walk, around the block And picks up a few volunteers And takes a stand out on Washington Square. I saw an art show I saw Jaco Pastorius walking across the street He was mumbling mumbling something about Someone that he had to meet It was that lovely one with an empty gun Who did it on a dare Came on the scene wearing tennis shoes and jeans And vanished into thin air she disappeared It's the new sound of thunder It's not purple rain It's the new southern California And New York City again.