My name is robert wilson, I'm from eau claire, wisconsin. I've been living out of a Suitcase now for fourteen days... I walked the boulevard in hollywood
Tell the man who repairs the wings for Angels That one has fallen among the mortals on Bleeker Street I lent a hand, she looked up at the steeples As
Needle in my hand Got a forearm rubber band Got a golden liquid in a tube I'm gonna do a vessel jam Got lots of money Got lots and lots and lots of time
I'm skipping stones at the edge of the dock A fog came rolling in, quiet like a hawk The river's so smooth, it could shatter with a rock It felt like
She can turn a room round on a dime Part a crowd like the Red Sea She's Moses And stranger's eyes All fall and rise On her length Like they're sizing
Street corner, cityside lane People cross borders When green lights change And isn't that strange A face on someone I almost said your name Can you blame
When he looked Into a starry sky upon Jupiter, With it's cold moons Making their weary rounds. Did he know that the Pope Would claim that he ran
I judged the distance To where you ran your hand through your hair You were startled for an instant , you said, "take me home," and I paid the
Change, change, change Change, change, change If I were your brother Could I spill your blood on me We, who share a mother Would we spite the sons She
I'm a pistol, a forty-five, I just shot two men in this hot-house dive. Now I'm smoking - burning hot barrel of metal. Believe it or not, I was bought
Who let the dragonfly into my bedroom Was it you? 'cause it's buzzing 'round my head like a hurricane Was it you? Moonlight on my window sill Did it
If you could paint her, she'd be a picasso. She's got a few things out of place. Like when she smiles, it's slightly out of line. It's half awkward, yet
He's in an emotional prison The self-inflicted kind You're like a nun on a mission To help that boy unwind I said, "nobody's ever escaped alcatraz
Maggie looks out her window, Sees a cab in the street Lets out a point-blank whistle, It stops with a screech She picks up the last box, That sits in
The time, 11:33 on a saturday, november, 1923 I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me My name is roy, a one-time choir boy Now I'm sixteen
King of 7th avenue I can count all the lights in the city from the ledge on the twenty- seventh floor. There must be ten thousand window or more. It's
So you found yourself a corner apartment With a view of the town all your own All your friends say The city's gonna kill you or cure you Five flights
The moon must know it's friday, he's been drinking all night Crooning and swooning, He says come dance in the half-light So you whirl out a step, choreographed
