Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th

In mantilla and lace

And her lover's knife

Cries out for revenge

But she is silent like a stone

And beautiful in her widow's weeds

I wait in the darkness

Forever now alone

Too late for any tear shedding

While his bride waits down on C & 9th

For her blood wedding



Why did you have to go out tonight

With the full moon in scarlet

And his silver knife

Waiting for you

And the remains of your life

Ticking away like some pitiful clock

And I who could not even be called your wife

Safe and warm in your bedding

And you the bridegroom off on your way

To your blood wedding



And the Ukranian ladies

Light candles in the street

Where his body lay bleeding

And the projects are silent

Bracing for the heat

That must come from his blood wedding



Carlita why do you hate me so much

I long for your body

I die for your touch

On my burning skin

And the smell of your perfume

Will always remain on my bed

But I died every time

You entered his room

I could not let him go on living

And now you wait down on C & 9th

Dying to celebrate my blood wedding



I wait in the shadows of C & 9th

With my fingers caressing

His sacred knife

You loved my body

But he loved my soul

You thought you knew me

But what do men know

Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street

Soon to be washed away by the rain

While you wait in the darkness dreading

The shock of my knife

At your blood wedding



I Won't Take You Home Again, Kathleen

I spent my whole life waiting for you

But just like the D train

You show up at the most unusual times

I can't take any more

You're driving me out of my mind.



You come on like some beam of light

Straight from paradise

Or out of the arms of my best friend, Kevin,

Better to rule in hell than serve you in heaven



Now the sun is blinding your eyes

I can't take any more of your disguises

I won't take you home again, Kathleen



Now the dawnlight gleams in your hair

I can't see anywhere left for us to go

I won't take you home again, Kathleen



And all those days out at Rockaway

You left me waiting like a spare at a wedding

Ah, it's too upsetting to think about

What you were up to with Kevin



But let me touch your face one last time

Then I'm out of here or out of my mind

Kathleen, it's been a dream

But look out, your nightmare is coming



Oh, Kathleen, this scene

And the drinking's getting to me

But I'm out of here and running

'Cause I can see your nightmare coming



It's too late, it's too late



Go on, Kathleen, go back to Breezy where you belong



It's too late, girl, it's too late



'Cause now the sun is blinding your eyes



And I can't take any more of your disguises...