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Im sitting with my legs dangling out on the window sill
pretending theres water that makes my toes chill
the sun shines and warms the fur from my blond eyebrows
I see a cab halt and a man pretend to whistle and bow
Now im out on the streets looking down at the sidewalk
thinking of cigarettes and gin and other peoples talk
and of lessons from the mouths of a parents curse
I would rehearse, rehearse, rehearse
then burst!
into ryhme like the stumbling hobo
the words that he would speak would be filled with dread and sorrow
he tells me to me to watch out for falling piano's
pointing to the sky where there's demons and werewolves
I imagine the guy drink coffee in little sips
I would toss him some coins to quiet his lips
The sounds of the city put me on edge
I need to see the golden hawk fly from up ahead
he'll squirt out an egg that will help me along
the egg it will hatch, but by then i'll be gone