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And the lamb lies down on Broadway |
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Early morning Manhattan |
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Ocean winds blow on the land |
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The Movie-Palace is now undone |
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The all-night watchmen have had their fun |
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Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show |
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It's the same old ending-time to go |
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Get out! |
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It seems they cannot leave their dream |
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There's something moving in the sidewalk steam |
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And the lamb lies down on Broadway |
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Nightime's flyers feel their pains |
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Drugstore takes down the chains |
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Metal motion comes in bursts |
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But the gas station can quench that thirst |
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Suspension cracked on unmade road |
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The trucker's eyes read 'Overload' |
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And out on the subway, |
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Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid |
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Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, |
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And the lamb lies down on Broadway |
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The lamb seems right out of place |
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Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face |
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Somehow it's lying there |
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Brings a stillness to the air |
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Though man-made light, at night is very bright |
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There's no whitewash victim |
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As the neons dim, to the coat of white |
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Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid |
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Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did |
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And the lamb lies down on Broadway |
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Suzanne tired her work all done |
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Thinks money-honey-be on-neon |
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Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn |
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And the sawdust king spits out his scorn |
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Wonder women draw your blind! |
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Don't look at me! I'm not your kind |
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I'm Rael! |
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Something inside me has just begun |
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Lord knows what I have done |
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And the lamb lies down on Broadway |
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On Broadway |
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They say the lights are always bright on Broadway |
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They say there's always magic in the air |
