[Lee] 

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