I was on the 59th Street Bridge

But I wasn't feelin' groovy

Some kids were throwing rocks at pigeons

New York was exactly like a movie

Of New York would be

But wouldn't we both be better off

If you'd come back home from London

So we could get some work done?

I got sent up on Cripple Creek

I didn't see no drunkard's dream there

I was so angry I could hardly speak

I had to surrender to a scene where I said

Even though it isn't my idea, I think I get it:

We do all the hard work

You take all the credit

You be the melody and I'll be the music stand

You be the symphony and I'll be the cover band

Whatever it takes I will gladly do

To make myself unavailable to you

Creative differences, it's sad but it's still true

I went down by the river

But I couldn't shoot my baby

Holding my hand so I wouldn't shiver

She said, "I wouldn't live here if you paid me"

But I blew my thing

It wasn't like I thought I could fake it

Some are born to dish it out

Some are born to take it

You be the Guernica, I'll be the Polaroid

You be the big destroyer, I will remain paranoid

Whatever it takes I will gladly do

To make myself unavailable to you

Creative differences, it's sad but no less true