Texty: T Bone Burnett. Boomerang.

Up in New York City, 'neath the bamboo trees
She was eating sushi, he was on his knees
He tried to say he loved her but he could not win
She just fixed her lipstick and kept ignoring him

She was headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang

She went to a party, where thieves and debutants
All talked in italics with so much nonchalance
He was on the outside, standing in the rain
He saw her through the window, he could not stand the pain

She was headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang

She went up the staircase with a sleazy Mideast guest
Who could not help staring through her flimsy cocktail dress
He broke into the bedroom, they put him on the spot
He pulled off his pistol, they never heard the shots

They were headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang