Reverie

The streetlights are diamonds, the sidewalk a bed

Of boot heels and garbage and cigarettes

And only the hopeless and lonesome are left

To pin up the night and go home

And i don’t believe that a fortune is told

By the turning of cards, by the swinging of stones

But still i’m here hoping for what i can’t hold

For some kind of sign from above

So turn out the lights, let the diamonds be damned

A reverie is sweeter in the dark

And i don’t got nothing but two empty hands

And this slow burning flame of a heart

And midnight comes rolling all bottles and bags

They come to rest soft in the park

And a beautiful woman, her voice made of glass

Stirs in a dream in the dark

And i don’t believe that the future is told

By the weight of a word, but by the way it’s spoke

And still i’m here holding your name in my throat

And isn’t it sweet on my tongue

And the dawn glows, and it spreads like a spill

In the shadows, someone whispers it will be alright

The streetlights are faded, the sidewalk a song

Of footsteps, and papers, and telephones

And darling it’s raining, come take me back home

It seems that i’ve seen quite enough

And i don’t know which way i’m bound to believe

The story itself, or the space between

But still i’m here wiping my eyes on my sleeve

At the beautiful world waking up