One in the morn'
be at work by eight.
Smoke dances in the moonlight
while the music vibrates
through us...

Groovin' on the rooftop
candles dancing like the stars.
Women sing their blues songs
while guys play guitars
and drums...

And the humming gets smooth
like a home-brewed beer.
Velvet voices ring between
the buildings as the neighbors dream
of their  bills...