Johanna drove slowly into the city
The Hudson River all filled with snow
She spied the ring on His Honor's
finger
Oh-oh-oh
A thousand years in one piece of silver
She took it from his lily-white hand
Showed no fear - she'd seen the thing
In the Young Men's Wing at
Sloan-Kettering
Look outside at the raincoats coming,
say oh
His Honor drove southward seeking
exotica
Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico
Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas
Oh-oh-oh
I saw Johanna down in the subway
She took an apartment in Washington
Heights
Half of the ring lies here with me
But the other half's at the bottom of
the sea
Lyrics by Seb
Philanthropists study into the city
A syringe I feel when I beat a pug
I like fingers when I linger,
whoa-oa-oa
How many years in one piece of sand
Before she took me in my hand
I like fishing when it seems to be
A piece of honey when I get a ring
Look outside the record's gone, oh
Look outside the record's gone, oh
His eyes are feeling sick when I like
them
Ride my huts all the way to Mexico
I took all the harmonicas, oh oh oh
I put my head inside of a soap bar
And then you took our apartment in the
Washington soda
The ring lies here with me
The other half's at the bottom of the
sea
Look outside the record's gone, oh
Look outside the ring is gone, oh
