On the right bank of the East River
Sitting on torn concrete
Shaking hands and empty fingers
And I know it won’t mean anything

If indeed this was like a first marriage
Then you and I together can be like divorcees

I don’t need to talk about it
And I don't want to know anything yet
So you can take what’s on the table
When you go, you go for everything

And if indeed this was like a first marriage
Then you and I together can be like divorcees