City slicker
Softer than a midnight whisper
Warm breath bathes your ear
Watch me flicker
On and off the streetlight
Nothing ever feels right
Until the radio comes on
angels sing the  song
getting closer
To  backwards understanding
anti-social
Like a feather on the wind
Try to keep my friends
But I'm bitter
hear a good thing
My past is all a dead dream
Memory, you cheap skate
Paying me at half rate



Don't you open up your front door
To the wind that's weak and gentle
Playing with the thistle like a child
Feeling weak and tired
I lay down for a nap
On the peace of your lap


Where I dream of going far
Trudging deserts by the cool of the dark
Sailing ships by the pull of the star  
lost in the blue
May I come to you