Smiling Down

Saturday night I was making my way,
I was making my way back home.
Walking on the broken bottles,
Swinging from the streetlights,
Swinging home.

Walking along with a spring in my bended knee,
Walking on a leather side walk,
Feeling like a cowboy,
Riding on.

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And the moon...
And the moon...
And the moon...
And the moon...is smiling down.

A tip of the hat and a square of the chin,
To the corner milky whites,
Waiting on a city streetlight,
Grazing on the asphalt,
Hanging out.

A burning machine like a red hot iron wagon wheel,
A wild horse in the city traffic,
Screaming out "Car crash,"
In my ear.

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Broken glass from the tin can candy,
The tin can candy red,
Blue smoke and a cold sweat shower,
Screaming out "Silence,"
In the crowd.

Nobody moves because nobody can,
Stand back on the city corner,
Everybody's wondering if they're dead.
A hollering whoop from a redhead ambulance,
Take off like a magic carpet,
Rub the red lantern,
And make a wish.

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