There's a man, a shaking cigarette An unshaven face, I'll never forget I give him a dollar, he gives me a look like I'll get out by hook or crook He says I'd grow lemon trees in a desert Days fly past and words fall slow I'd have me Mojave winters I'd never feel lonesome I'd never feel cold Jackie tends bar on Ludlow Street She only breaks ice when the poets speak It's so loud you can't hear your own heartbeat There's a beggar's hand on every corner of every street He says I'd grow lemon trees in a desert... Across the world in a dry dark heather The day is breaking blue and cold There's a grey mist, the sun has kissed The mountains and I are growing old Don't you think it's hard enough People sleeping on the streets Kids looking tough No one down here is keeping score Couldn't you just love me one night more He says I'd grow lemon trees in a desert...