Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger Oh-oh-oh
A thousand years in one piece of silver She took it from his lilywhite hand Showed no fear – she'd seen the thing In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering
CHORUS:
Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
His Honor drove southward seeking exotica Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas Oh-oh-oh
I saw Johanna down in the subway She took an apartment in Washington Heights Half of the ring lies here with me But the other half's at the bottom of the sea