[Lee]

swirling whirling through the city of ages

you sink a bit whenever angels fly

do you have a feeling for their fuzzy faces?

are you close enough to see into their eyes?



you're magic fit and free

taxi holds on the breeze

a dream's a dream of feelings

that never fall at all

holds his thoughts in chains

and tries to bust up the walls



every day it's just another breath

every night another little death

do you scratch and itch when your head feels tight

or wave it away and just stay out all night?



got your head in the trees

if that's the way you're feeling

it's not good or bad

channels of thought revealing now

some things we all had



I'm having a wonderful vision of the city today

buildings all lined up neat on straight sun lit blocks

avenue canyons stretch forever

handcut panes grooved like a record

flat bridge

peer, boat, docks

I'm slipping round the bottom edge [line echoes]



do you trip and breeze

down city streets

just a little free

with your head in the trees