take me out to see the city lights press these old regrets onto vinyl sculpt and mold me into something right make the fleeting years move like days you're not in the air tonight though your name still lives on my tongue origami swallows take their flight to kingdoms conquered when we were young o navy blue velvet wrapped around your shoes neon pink lights on turquoise avenue baby i've got the missing-you-blues maybe you've got the same blues too tumbling twisting veils of white and cream quiver in the night in a waning moon traveling sisters cool my fevered dreams mercy is the shade of the rags they wear for i've read the stars they were born under and i know that they've walked your halls echoes of their crescent love thunders like gospel carved on the walls o navy blue velvet wrapped around your shoes neon pink lights on turquoise avenue baby i've got the missing-you-blues maybe you've got the same blues too

when you wake up in the morning to find that all of your ancestors are gone and you look into the mirror and can't tell which side of the joke you're landing on when your judgment has abandoned you to sing those duets all on your own will you walk it off, laugh anyways do something just to rattle these bones? when your legs are sequenced diamonds and the writings in your hands are opaque and your high heels ring like gunshots that echo in the silence of your wake when your eyes have grown too heavy and the flowers in your hair all wilt away will you cast yourself into the seas or sink under the weight of your days? when you see the open window and contemplate the context of the clues and you long to touch her midnight hair, her satin dress shimmering blue when she took you in for shelter and contrived all the promises of june did she fill your cup with memories or wishes wasted on a paper moon? when we thought that we had found each other pinned upon the billboards in the sky until the night they all went dark i watched you vanish right before my eyes when the bottom of my gypsy dreams has seen the scene and chosen to drop out will i search the earth to rest my bones or plant seeds of our memories for to sprout?

bye-bye patti mayonnaise and the circles i danced around your palm twenty thousand minus one ain't no fun at all i hear it gets cold in chicago but i've never been bye-bye yellow dream of mine and the radiant comforts that lived there from salvation's arms i'd fight the midnight unaware i'm not there i hear the word said from mouths of romans but it's not for me for everything was lemons then on the isle of Capri