Story Behind The Song

(Marion Beckenstein, vocal; James Bassi, piano).?A man with a plaster cast on his leg intently looks out his window at the Greenwich Village apartments across the courtyard as the woman who loves him chats with him on one of her daily visits.  The unfolding mystery across the way serves as a backdrop to the love story in the man's apartment.

Lyrics

Miss Lonely Heart.
The girl with a dog.
The salesman with the ailing wife.

A sweaty broken man trapped in a wheel chair.

It's summer and you're doing nothing but
Looking your window.
You sit and scratch beneath the plaster cast
And watch what goes on across the way
Outside your window.

Miss Lonely Heart.
The girl with a dog.
The salesman speaks with his ailing wife.

My heart looks through my eyes at you.
I'm entranced as you are and
Slightly embarrassed at the intriguing view.
And I can't turn my eye away.
Maybe I am broken too.

Could I step out of my heels on a trek
In a Peruvian jungle?
Could you stay home, wear a tie,
And take photographs of fashion mannequins?
Oh, no, I don't think so.

I don't see me in a chupa and mits
by a pile of yak dung in Tibet.
I don't think you could stop salivating
When your editor calls and sends you
Off to an emerging hell in Southeast Asia.

Rough night, staring out your window.
You sit and scratch beneath the plaster cast
And watch the anonymous faces across the way.
So interesting.

Miss Lonely Heart, the girl with a dog,
The salesman and his anonymous wife,
So fascinating.

Turn away from the window.
I'm standing right here beside you.
I'm not anonymous.
I brought you breadfast!
I love you.
Please look at me.
Please see me.
The salesman is packing.
The ailing wife is missing.
The dog is digging.
Miss Lonely Heart is crying.
I am leaving.
At least until tomorrow!