shades of Gray

If you start here late, no one will know what you did
No, the streets are straight, its the soul thats crooked
Ive been treated fine, Ive been treated elegantly
But Im 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, Im south of skating, but Im north of the cash
I could sure use the money but Im ashamed to ask
The traffic has buried all of last nights 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
Theres 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 Im not one for the trenches
Yes I do love the walking but I thank God for the benches
Its 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 dont 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 cant tell
Theres dreams here a plenty, but theyre being withheld
And Im more impressed withthe closed doors than the ones that are open
The whole place tells time by a tower clock thats 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