Shades Of Gray - Eagle-Eye Cherry

If you start here late, no one will know what you did

No, the streets are straight, it’s the soul that’s crooked

I’ve been treated fine, I’ve been treated elegantly

But I’m not one for bathing in the waters of plenty no

East is east and west is west

The Bowery is screaming while Delancey rests

Well, I’m south of skating, but I’m north of the cash

I could sure use the money but I’m ashamed to ask

The traffic has buried all of last night’s rain

The words are all different but the accent is the same

The sun is white, the moon is gray

The river is black, blue and green

The young are young, the old are old

There are no shades of gray in between

There’s at least ten different strains of smoke in the air

And my prints are on them all to prove I was there

I love the curses, but I’m not one for the trenches

Yes I do love the walking but I thank God for the benches

It’s hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops

I guess the trees all bought their armor at second hand shops

My second hand is working but the minute hand broke again

I know time will pass but I don’t know when

The sun is white, the moon is gray

The river is black, blue and green

The young are young, and the old are old

There are no shades of gray in between

There are no shades of gray in between

I know the great ones have been here, but where I can’t tell

There’s dreams here a plenty, but they’re being withheld

And I’m more impressed with the closed doors than the ones that are open

The whole place tells time by a tower clock that’s broken

The pigeons are ravens and the gulls are vultures

And trash is art and cash is culture

The sun is white, the moon is gray

And the river is black, blue and green

The young are young, the old are old

There are no shades of gray in between

There are no shades of gray in between

No shades of gray in between