Last night, I was so worried
I stayed awake
And watched you sleep;
Bad news from the boys uptown:
Cut off the power next week.
You are the one thing,
the only person I still have
make me feel alright.
Can't even pay the rent for you;
Can't get you supper tonight.

I don't have no money, no money,
No money, no money;
Got no cash.
Just a landlord, a boss,
And a shitty job;
Come home and get smashed.

We can hold out together.
We can hold out together.

I'm so glad you finally
Got to New York:
No more phone bills
Like a lover's tax.
No, I never got a letter out,
But I would always call back.
Now I can whisper
The number in your ear.
Yeah, though I walk
Through the Bronx at night
I know you are here.

Make your name a magic word
To protect me like a charm.
That's some magic word, no lie,
Cause it brings you
Right into my arms.

I love you; we're each alone
In a city that does not care.
So what, it's the same
Sad story for everyone
'Cept I got you sitting there.
Just a bunch of refugees
From the middle west,
Displaced persons
In a combat zone
Where we lose the best.

When they turn
The lights off, honey,
We'll lay together in the dark.
When they put us on the street
We'll disappear
Into Central Park.

That's when I need
Your magic word;
That's no lie,
Make your name a magic word.
When I need your magic word,
That's no lie;
Make your name a magic word.

Mike Enright, c. 1980