text: I went to Staten Island, Sharon
  To buy myself a mandolin
  And I saw the long white dress of love
  On a storefront mannequin
  Big boat chuggin back with a belly full of cars
  All for something lacy
  Some girls going to see that dress
  And crave that day like crazy
  Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada
  They can balance and they can climb
  Like their fathers before them
  Theyll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline
  Shine your light on me Miss Liberty
  Because as soon as this ferry boat docks
  Im headed to the church
  To play Bingo
  Fleece me with the gamblers flocks
  I can keep my cool at poker
  But Im a fool when loves at stake
  Because I cant conceal emotion
  What Im feelings always written on my face
  Theres a gypsy down on Bleecker Street
  I went in to see her as a kind of joke
  And she lit a candle for my love luck
  And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
  Sharon, I left my man
  At a North Dakota junction
  And I came out to the Big Apple here
  To face the dreams malfunction
  Loves a repetitious danger
  Youd think Id be accustomed to
  Well I do accept the changes
  At least better than I used to do
  A woman I knew just drowned herself
  The well was deep and muddy
  She was just shaking off futility
  Or punishing somebody
  My friends were calling up all day yesterday
  All emotions and abstractions
  It seems we all live so close to that line
  And so far from satisfaction
  Dora says Have children
  Mama and Betsy say Find yourself a charity
  Help the needy and the crippled or put some time into Ecology
  Well theres a wide wide world of noble causes
  And lovely landscapes to discover
  But all I really want to do right now
  Is find another lover
  When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
  I went to every wedding in that little town
  To see the tears and the kisses
  And the pretty lady in the white lace wedding gown
  And walking home on the railroad tracks
  Or swinging on the playground swing
  Love stimulated my illusions
  More than anything
  And when I went skating after Golden Reggie
  You know it was white lace I was chasing
  Chasing dreams
  Mamas nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans
  He showed me first you get the kisses
  And then you get the tears
  But the ceremony of the bells and lace
  Still veils this reckless fool here
  Now there are twenty-nine skaters on Wollman Rink
  Circling in singles and in pairs
  In this vigorous anonymity
  A blank face at the window stares and
  Stares and stares and stares and stares
  And the power of reason
  And the flowers of deep feeling
  Seem to serve me
  Only to deceive me
  Sharon youve got a husband
  And a family and a farm
  Ive got the apple of temptation
  And a diamond snake around my arm
  But you still have your music
  And Ive still got my eyes on the land and the sky
  You sing for your friends and your family
  Ill walk green pastures by and by