Swirling, whirling, thru the city of ages
Do you sink a bit whenever angels fly?
Do you have a feeling for their fuzzy faces?
Are you close enough to see into their eyes?
Your magic fit and free?
Taxi horns on the breeze?
A dreamer dreams of feelings
That never fall at all
Holds his thoughts in chains
And tries to bust up the walls
Everyday it's just another breath
Every night another little death
Do you scratch and itch
When your head feels tight?
Or wave it away and just stay out all night?
Got your head in the trees?
If that's the way you're feeling
It's not good or bad
Channels of thought revealing now
Some things we all had
I'm having a wonderful vision of the city today
Buildings all lined up neat
On straight sunlit blocks
Avenue canyons stretch forever
Hand cut panes, grooved like a record
Flat bridge
Pier
Boat
Docks
I'm slipping around the bottom edge
Do you trip and breeze down city streets?
Just a little free with your head in the trees?
