I see the moon dance on the empty streetlights
That line my beaten Winter streets who pray for snow
I swear there is a straight answer to us all
But when it comes, I'll struggle not to trip and fall

Dew dim lights the path
Stars here are too shy to shine
She lays next to me promising
That what we have is not touched by time
But the broken pine and the tan bark trees
Whistle and bend in a hurried wind
Laughing every time they hear that line

Under the bridge through the thick brush
Trickling with tears the river runs in rush
The wet fog touches my dry face
Every misery I've had I've tried to replace
But the papers are stamped
And the locks are fixed on my misplaced case

Oh' there is nothing in this world
That I would rather have than you
Spring's turned backward to Winter
And Summer's gone too
What you mean to me is something new
But now you've gone
And all the color's of my life
Have turned to blue

Up on my shelf rests a bottle and a pen
The ink is out, all my cups are broken
What once was sacred, now is forsaken
This is what my mother said
I'd get for leaving town and looking

Life was not built to be fair
The structure is just to fragile
Yet we fight to walk each mile
To get to the final trial

So just to dance with you one more time
Soaring skyward with holy rolling rhyme
In a dance hall to the bartenders favorite song
You can leave after it ends
I swear to you it won't be long

"Look at the white rays that stab through those blinds,"
I tell her as she whispers to me a off-beat rhyme,
*"Look at the piano man sweating like hot apple pie.
He doesn't look like he's got much time."