Bowery - Live

While the wolf had her fangs Deep in my heart Who's been writing the songs Who's been singing And who's been listening Blue eyes while you've been gone That two dollar hat and them old black stockings Down on the bowery Hand in hand the full moon went walking With blue eyes without me Now the tears they used to round And the cold wind would blow 'em Down on the bowery Broken hearts were the only things listening And blue eyes, I heard everything That two dollar hat and them old black stockings Down on the bowery Hand in hand the full moon went walking With blue eyes without me With blue eyes without me