(written by kevin griffin)



You in your coat

Writing a note,

"dear sal, i hope you'll agree..."



Then catching a bus,

Just after dusk,

A one way trip to the city.



A cold water flat.

A hot plate,

A hat.

The want ads are strewn on the floor.

And you get so mad, when your ma and dad

Reflect when you look in the mirror.



But i see you there

Nude at the top of the stairs

(but so far away)

And i recall all

Your dreams and your schemes

Moving me.

The plans that we made,

A street serenade



You can't be like your brother and mike,

Content just to live and get by.

I hope that you're fine,

At 13th and 9.

Waxing or waning?

Your call.



But i see you there

A light at the top of the stairs

But so far away

And i recall all your

Hands and your plans moving me

The sense that it made

A street serenade.






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