Strung out, needle in arm   And the ocean is bleeding salt on your wounds   So I sat, as armies marched   But you found me awake but asleep on the porch      And don't you cry, my darling   Nashville is forgotten   And don't you cry, my darling   New York is the ocean      Brooklyn, quiet and cold   When the bars close   You're stuck counting cracks on the street      Then war breaks, and you're swinging the gun   But when the bomb drops   You're stuck counting cracks in your teeth      And don't you cry, my darling   Nashville is forgotten   And don't you cry, my darling   New York is the ocean      Strung out, needle in arm   And the ocean is bleeding salt on your wounds