rays of the moon make magic in the streets of the city

all the people get strange but their faces look so pretty

the walking graffiti, survivalist bums;

even the secret police shout that you're the one

see how i miss you



every psychopath gets his own magazine these days

i just read about how i can kill in a hundred ways

but i don't want to cause anybody pain

i only want to hold you in my arms again

see how i miss you



i watch this woman in a tight sequined lizard dress--

tosses her hair like a sly caress

she got midnight voice like a beckoning saint

she got something special but you she ain't

see how i miss you



-- Toronto 11/1985