Lyrics
Miracle On Bleecker Stree
He was walking home from work,
bored as all who walk to work;
bored as all who click the mouse
between emails.
She was barefoot and on the pan
and bored as all who walk the pan;
bored as all who grind their teeth
between a fix.
It takes a fleeting to realize
the familiar in a stranger's eyes -
a witness to some weak chance
left for us.
That day on Bleecker Street
the sidewalk turned to sand.
That day on Bleecker Street
the first fish crawled the land.
And if betrayal comes by a kiss
and an abyss by every summit
I’m gonna wait here for
Saint Francis to come back.
He was lonely with a credit card
and hungry as the fed with a credit card;
hungry as the fat with cynical hope
for something new.
She was lonely for the desert and sea,
for Mogadishu of the desert and sea;
Mogadishu where the extremes meet
and disappear.
It's a sadness of no mean size
that can see it in an other's eyes.
He bought her a beer and a shot
at the Steerburger Bar and Grill.
And all down Bleecker Street
I heard Saint Francis laugh.
All down Bleecker Street
he danced and kissed her hand.
And if betrayal comes by a kiss
and an abyss by every summit
I’m gonna wait here for
Saint Francis to come back.
