Hector and Donna

Hector's open-air haberdashery

At the tip of the island

Across from Lady Liberty

He sells caps proclaiming New York number one

But now the tourists don't come

So he sits on a bench shivering in the midday sun

His wife Donna tended bar up at The Ridge

Now they sleep behind sandbags

Underneath the Manhattan Bridge

She lights a broken charcoal grill

And washes a dish in a puddle

From the riverboats' swill

It's all too painful, when you stop and look back

Hector says as he takes a hit of crack

We got two kids, ages three and six

How much longer can we go on

Living like this

We worked so hard, it's just insane

You know I do this now

Just to numb the pain

Just to numb the pain

And late at night

When the kids are asleep

Hector stares at the river

And begins to weep