better than ezra
waxing or waning?
You in your coat Writing a note, "dear sal, i hope you'll agree..."  Then catching a bus, Just after dusk, A one way trip to the city.  A cold water flat. A hot plate, A hat. The want ads are strewn on the floor. And you get so mad, when your ma and dad Reflect when you look in the mirror.  But i see you there Nude at the top of the stairs (but so far away) And i recall all Your dreams and your schemes Moving me. The plans that we made, A street serenade  You can't be like your brother and mike, Content just to live and get by. I hope that your fine, At 13th and 9. Waxing or waning? Your call.  But i see you there Alight at the top of the stairs But so far away And i recall all your Hands and your plans moving me The sense that it made A street serenade.