The city is a mirrorball,
Throwing rainbows around.
I listen to the whistle of the crosswalk cop,
Conducting the rhythm downtown;
And out the window of a passing car
Wedding bubbles are blowing in clouds.
I wonder what could it mean?
Could it mean that
Someone is asking to dance with me?
‘Cause I see angels
Like a Reverend Finster painting
Hanging glowing garlands
From the rooftops of these rundown buildings,
Spilling gold and gilding all the sidewalks,
Reflecting the sky
To remind me
Someone is asking to dance with me,
Striking up the sappy saxophones and strings
Till all the angels of the atmosphere sing,
“Come and dance with me.”
From steeple to steeple I am stringing thread.
From my window to your window I am leaving crumbs of bread.
From a star to a star to a star to a star...
Every movement has a meaning in this dance of ours.
The city is a royal ball,
Where we meet, where we fall.
