The Room It Was Lit Up Me Too I Couldn't Sit Up

Engaged Was My Time In Studying The Wall

And All The Poets Kept Getting Louder

Even Though They Weren't Needed Any Longer

The Strapless High Heeled Street Walker

Believes Every Day That She Goes Younger



Ah I Wish I Could Be Her Lover

And Go With Her As She Makes Her Rounds

And Fall With Her Hair As It Comes Down



The Poets Would Keep On All Night With Their Come Ons

One Would Say Something Another'd Say More

Looking For Contracts But Finding The Soap

Well I Know She'd Take Them All For A Joke

Ah But She'd Take Them All No Doubt

And They Never Knowing What It Was About



Ah I Wish I Could Be Her Lover

And Go With Her As She Makes Her Rounds

And Fall With Her Hair As It Comes Down



With Burning Candle And The Store Window

Hard To Believe There Could Be More

And All The Poets Complained Of The Cold

But They Only Did What They Were Told

Searching So Hard For A Satisfied Mind

While She Walked By With A Satisfied Soul



Ah I Wish I Could Be Her Lover

And Go With Her As She Makes Her Rounds

And Fall With Her Hair As It Comes Down



A Radio Played On To Almost No One

Attention Was Paid Only To The Dawn

As She Stopped And Bent To Touch Her Nylons

And Felt In The Air For A Post To Lean On

No One Could Ever Know Her Outside

In The Take Of An Instant She Had Passed By



Well I Wish I Could Be Her Lover

Go With Her As She Makes Her Rounds

And Fall With Her Hair As It Comes Down



Symbols And Motives Were Again Promoted

Hard To Believe There Could Be More

As She Moved On And Then Faded Out

To The Songs Of The Poet Still Keeping It Up

The Sidewalks Cleared Themselves For A New Touch

And It All Disappeared Into The Face Of The Clock.