John Waite

I wait for sundown on the fire escape
And watch the passing cars downstairs
Im high above korean groceries
A sublet castle in the air
Its down to cigarettes and rosaries
Christ, I wish someone would call me
Johnny thunders on the radio
Ah but "you cant put your arms
Around a memory"
Maybe I could find a better way
But all I need is to feel connected now
Do you remember me
I sang that song you like
I sang that song for free
Now someone else sounds like me
As I make my way downtown
Downtown
Oh yeah
Downtown
See the old men on the bowery
Take the night train to the stars
You can find me in the usual place
Inside the temple bar
I hear that sallys got a gift for me
I hear she found it on st. marks
These days they all just talk like poetry
And shoot their mouths off shooting sparks
Maybe I could find a better way