Carlita is waiting down on C & 9th   In mantilla and lace   And her lover's knife   Cries out for revenge   But she is silent like a stone   And beautiful in her widow's weeds   I wait in the darkness   Forever now alone   Too late for any tear shedding   While his bride waits down on C & 9th   For her blood wedding      Why did you have to go out tonight   With the full moon in scarlet   And his silver knife   Waiting for you   And the remains of your life   Ticking away like some pitiful clock   And I who could not even be called your wife   Safe and warm in your bedding   And you the bridegroom off on your way   To your blood wedding      And the Ukranian ladies   Light candles in the street   Where his body lay bleeding   And the projects are silent   Bracing for the heat   That must come from his blood wedding      Carlita why do you hate me so much   I long for your body   I die for your touch   On my burning skin   And the smell of your perfume   Will always remain on my bed   But I died every time   You entered his room   I could not let him go on living   And now you wait down on C & 9th   Dying to celebrate my blood wedding      I wait in the shadows of C & 9th   With my fingers caressing   His sacred knife   You loved my body   But he loved my soul   You thought you knew me   But what do men know   Except my lover whose shape is etched in chalk on the street   Soon to be washed away by the rain   While you wait in the darkness dreading   The shock of my knife   At your blood wedding      I Won't Take You Home Again, Kathleen   I spent my whole life waiting for you   But just like the D train   You show up at the most unusual times   I can't take any more   You're driving me out of my mind.      You come on like some beam of light   Straight from paradise   Or out of the arms of my best friend, Kevin,   Better to rule in hell than serve you in heaven      Now the sun is blinding your eyes   I can't take any more of your disguises   I won't take you home again, Kathleen      Now the dawnlight gleams in your hair   I can't see anywhere left for us to go   I won't take you home again, Kathleen      And all those days out at Rockaway   You left me waiting like a spare at a wedding   Ah, it's too upsetting to think about   What you were up to with Kevin      But let me touch your face one last time   Then I'm out of here or out of my mind   Kathleen, it's been a dream   But look out, your nightmare is coming      Oh, Kathleen, this scene   And the drinking's getting to me   But I'm out of here and running   'Cause I can see your nightmare coming      It's too late, it's too late      Go on, Kathleen, go back to Breezy where you belong      It's too late, girl, it's too late      'Cause now the sun is blinding your eyes      And I can't take any more of your disguises...