shades of gray lyrics

If you start here late, no one will know what you did
No, the streets are straight, it's the soul that's crooked
I've been treated fine, I've been treated elegantly
But I'm not one for bathing in the waters of plenty no

East is east and west is west
The Bowery is screaming while Delancey rests
Well, I'm south of skating, but I'm north of the cash
I could sure use the money but I'm ashamed to ask

The traffic has buried all of last night's rain
The words are all different but the accent is the same

The sun is white, the moon is gray
The river is black, blue and green
The young are young, the old are old
There are no shades of gray in between

There's at least ten different strains of smoke in the air
And my prints are on them all to prove I was there
I love the curses, but I'm not one for the trenches
Yes I do love the walking but I thank God for the benches

It's hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops
I guess the trees all bought their armor at second hand shops
My second hand is working but the minute hand broke again
I know time will pass but I don't know when

The sun is white, the moon is gray
The river is black, blue and green
The young are young, and the old are old
There are no shades of gray in between
There are no shades of gray in between

I know the great ones have been here, but where I can't tell
There's dreams here a plenty, but they're being withheld
And I'm more impressed with the closed doors than the ones that are open
The whole place tells time by a tower clock that's broken

The pigeons are ravens and the gulls are vultures
And trash is art and cash is culture

The sun is white, the moon is gray
And the river is black, blue and green
The young are young, the old are old
There are no shades of gray in between
There are no shades of gray in between
No shades of gray in between