NYC Ghosts & Flowers

When the phone rang 3 in the morn

Dead middle of night

There was nuthin on the line

I set back the silent receiver

Tiny flames lit in my head

Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny

I can't remember his last name

He's turned to dust now one of the chosen few

Left out in the rain out of town again

Left out in the rain ocean bound I guess

Between the matress and a column of hazy faces

I remember every word you said

Quite a clear picture ev'ry word you said

The door was open but the way was not lit

And there was no way out of my head

On a crimson hiway by a chrome bumper

I last saw you:

Alive

Inclined to thrive

Evening fireflies lit sparks around yr head

But wait a minute let's back up a bit:

Some famous stars were busted

By the thought police down on fashion avenue

Impersonating real men

Not knowing who they really were

Now here at dark corners all is calm

And quiet and good

The kids are up late dreaming

Quiet questions in a graceful mood:

Can you please pass me a jug of winter light

Fold me in an ocean's whim

In sweet corrosive fire light

In the city made of tin

Are you famous under the skin

Familiar with the things you wanted

Able now to take it all in

Making peace w/ every hole in the story

Did lightning keep you up all night

Illuminate the soot and grit

Can you tell how high the sky tonight

Dig out from under in spite of it

Can you cover up the one that floats

Can you push back the hours

I hear yr voice I speak yr name

Among nyc ghosts and flowers

Will we meet to run again

Thru nyc ghosts and flowers