On the darker end of the street
There's a piano player tuning in the nights
Catching every twinkle offered
Living on the warmth of a thousand neon lights
On the corner by the dodgy saloon
Queens and cash and coctails on parade
Sense that certain mist of tension
Men appearing, no need ever to persuade
Walk me home and I will show you
Whatever heaven once was made of
Relieve you of those bonds you carry
Still, dare not imagine it could be love
And on the windows, scattered paintings
Marks silent hands left permanently
To let oneself induldge in beauty
Ever so common, yet oh so gently
Journeys ending, tracks are broken
Outside watch reluctant dawning
Slow and sullen; dull, unwilling
Cities welcome not the morning
People, voices, always lively
Who could believe, when such has passed?
Eloquent [vivacious] promises and stories
Help make the memories ever last
For this is the swarm, the very world
In which so many souls take part
One knows one can't escape the rhythm
The beating of a common heart
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