Praying in the ghetto with my face in the cement Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on the new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Don't know what I can say about Claudette That wouldn't come back to haunt me Finally had to give her up about the time she began to want me But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? I see people who are supposed to know better standing around like furniture There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it Tonight you got the power to take it Tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Cities on fire, phones out of order They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since January She could be respectably married Or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar
Praying in the ghetto with my face in the cement Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent Felt around for the light switch, felt around for her face Been treated like a farm animal on a wild goose chase West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on the new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Don't know what I can say about Claudette That wouldn't come back to haunt me Finally had to give her up about the time she began to want me But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature? I see people who are supposed to know better standing around like furniture There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it Tonight you got the power to take it Tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar Cities on fire, phones out of order They're killing nuns and soldiers, there's fighting on the border What can I say about Claudette? Ain't seen her since January She could be respectably married Or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar I see the turning of the page Curtain rising on a new age See the groom still waiting at the altar
