Drinking in Budapest

So the fiddler's at the puddle's peripheral depths
Fiddling his way back home
Fiddling his way to the other bank
To his lover's blue shalom

And he's drinking in Buda while she's sinking in Pest
And I guess it's been lasting too long
Yes he's drinking in Buda while she's sinking in Pest
But I guess that’s the way of their song

So the fiddler's in his boat now and he's sailing it up I presume
Tangled in her sighs, tangled in the steppes' perfume
Finding his way to the other bank
To his lover's blue shalom
With eyes like wide open cathedrals
His heart like a radar dome

And he's drinking in Buda while she's sinking in Pest
And I guess it's been lasting too long
Yes he's drinking in Buda while she's sinking in Pest
But I guess that’s the way of their song

So the fiddler drowns alone near the wailing bridge
Near the fallen down jewels, like a hopeless midge
Fiddling its way into the greater blue
Fiddling its way to finally get to you
So shalom, my friend, shalom
I guess you really should go

And we're all drinking in Buda while you're sinking in Pest
And I guess it's been lasting too long
We're all drinking in Buda while you're sinking in Pest
And I guess that’s the way of our song

Shalom, my friend, shalom
Shalom, my love, shalom
Shalom, my friend, shalom
Shalom, my love, shalom