She waited by the moon. She was sick with fear and cold. She felt too old for all of this. Of course she never showed. She lugged her suitcase to the bus. Melted home through the snow. North along riverside. She slips beneath the sheets. A husbands quiet devoted wife. But strangers sad and nervous. By the dawns early light. Loves lies like a dead cloud. On a shabby yellow lawn. Up on riverside. She'll drive the big car. He'll sit behind. She'll keep an eye on Jessica. South along the Hudson. She'll turn the radio high. Find a station playing sad sad soul. Just a little bit louder now. South along the Hudson yea. Just a little bit faster now. Just a little bit louder now. Just a little bit angry now. South along the Hudson yea. And she'll drive the big car. And talk herself insane. Just a little bit louder now. Just a little bit angry now. Way back when Millennium. Meant racing to the light. He promised her a dream-life. He'd take her back to street-life. Away from violent water. With its Cormorants and leaves. Up on riverside. She'll drive the big car. But he'll sit behind. Bursting her bubbles of Ludlow and Grand. South along the Hudson. She'll turn the radio way up high. Find a station playing sad sad soul. Just a little bit louder now. South along the Hudson. Just a little bit faster now. Just a little bit louder now. Just a little bit angry now. South along the Hudson yea. Just a little bit faster now. Just a little bit louder now. Just a little bit angry now. South along the Hudson yea. She'll drive the big car. He'll sit behind. She'll keep an eye on Jessica. Just a little bit faster now.