Pravda

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I've waited through the wars of winter I've watched the cherry blossoms bloom I cannot wait here any longer I'm leaving at the rising of the moon I know what lies beneath Manhattan I know who's buried in Grant's Tomb I wonder if they'll wait a while to clear away my crocodile I'm leaving at the rising of the moon [Chorus] They always ask me about pravda It's just the Russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem 'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you [Verse 2] Your Uncle Henry lived in Moscow Your Aunt Ludmilla lived therе too Irina grew up in Wisconsin I'm leaving at the rising of thе moon The final moments in a doorway (The final moments in a doorway) The sacred light of afternoon (The sacred light of afternoon) Something starts to shake the leaves, you tug upon your T-shirt sleeves And shiver 'til the rising of the moon [Chorus] They always ask me about pravda It's just the Russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem 'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you [Verse 3] I took the family balalaika Those strings would never stay in tune I hung it up by the piano I'm leaving at the rising of the moon I had a job once in Penn Station (I had a job once in Penn Station) Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon (Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon) Every time my shift began, I'd see that quiet businessman I'm leaving at the rising of the moon [Chorus] They always ask me about pravda It's just the Russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem And I hope you know your brain's not bulletproof