As I Look Out Upon the Dying Day
You were away for a week and I missed you!
You were nowhere near and your presence wasn't clear in my mind
But I found there were consolations.
In the smells from the Magie Noire
In the colors through the window of a blue calling(word?) car
And the streets of lights in the halting(cold, thin?) winter air.
Do you ever care?
Chorus: When I go I'm doing fine.
When you're gone I'm doing time! Ah!
But when you're gone the ( ?) still bleed(breathe)?
And below 86th St., Lexington streams with light
Though I know that I won't get to see you day or night!
And in an alternate hang-out I pray,
As I look out upon the dying day
That the light which is my consolation
Will never stop shining.
It's a silver lining.
Chorus:
Coda:
And I want to re-see you-- please, please.
Come back and do it kindly!
I know I say this blindly.
