“Do what you have to do,” she said

I have to walk down the street with the red buildings
Five windows, six windows, five windows high

I have to walk past the church with the blue steeple
2 pillars, 3 windows, 2 pillars wide

Story upon story of black balconies and fire escapes
Looking as rickety as I feel inside

As I walk down that street with the red buildings
Five windows, six windows, five windows high

I have to walk past the church with the blue steeple
2 pillars, 3 windows, 2 pillars wide

Story upon story of black balconies and fire escapes
You can go down but they don’t offer you a way inside

That night as I stood on the street with the red buildings
Five windows, six windows, five windows high

I had to walk past the church with the blue steeple
2 pillars, 3 windows, 2 pillars wide

Story upon story of black balconies and fire escapes
I stood on the street below while you stood on your balcony

Like Romeo and Juliet but you were the one that tossed the stones
I raised my face to look at you and then you threw those words down on my head

“Do what you have to do,” she said

And so I walked down the street with the red buildings
Five windows, six windows, five windows high

Back past the church with the blue steeple
2 pillars, 3 windows, 2 pillars wide

Story upon story of black balconies and fire escapes
But there is no escape from how you made me feel inside

When I stood on the street below while you stood on your balcony
I raised my face to look at you and then you threw those words down on my head

“Do what you have to do,” she said

So
I’ll do what I have to do just like she said

But what do I have to do?
What do I have left to do?