Knocking on the Door

McDonald's drive-throughs

Where I kissed you and lied to you

And the garbages sighed food as I told you you were mine

Something in you moves inside when you hear this song in the checkout line

And feel the flickers in your nerves where my hands both move up your curves

And feel the neighbor boys askin', nervous

"Do you think they heard us?"

"Do you think they heard us?"

Staring through the blinds and say

"Something moves in you when you hear me sing"

Excuse me, miss, this might sound strange

I know I look and sound deranged

But I found this little graduation picture of you on the ground

It's old and coffee-stained

But I kept it with me, don't know why

I cut it down to wallet size

And kept it in my pocket, walking through the Chelsea market

All those achin', empty blocks of her, I just can't think thoughts of her

I stare into your pretty, teenage eyes, I just can't keep from cryin', said

"Something moves in you when you hear me sing"

Knockin' on the door

Sinatra hits the floor

And all the pretty wives wail for the blue-eyed lord

Henry Hudson Drive, avoid the I-95

And try to let your eyes dry a bit before you open up the door

One, two, one, two, three, four