by Eric Wood
Romany Music BMI


Soon the sound of the Steampipes

Coming `round

Will just be a memory

Girls in pink and blue mini-skirts

Will be back out on the prowl

Pigeons perched in a huddle

Pressed up cold and close to the window

Soon will sun on the sidewalks

With the tourists in this town

But right now itís just




Cigarettes, coffee, magazines

Perverted dreams

Self love

Fist clenched

The howling wind

Scowls and scours the streets

This must be when the rules get made

This must be when the dues get paid

When you discover youíve thrown away

All your return receipts

And youíre still