Song To The City / Entracte: Aquel Cabellero - Ars Nova

Your skyline says that nobody knows their ground here

Your noontime sunset is seldom seen around here

Somewhere a ticket is torn

Somehow somebody’s born

For once in their life

And the old ones sit in their windows and wait for their sons to survive

The hungry pawn shop sailors are wading through you

In search of half-night ladies they could be good to

One stays once in a while

Sometimes a lady will smile

Out of her life

Doubting her life

I might believe the comedy you might show me

If only midlife lovers were not so lonely

Love life locked in a room

Sometimes shadows at noon

Show it’s alive

For the old ones sit in their windows and wait for their sons to survive

They hear the midnight melody from the window