Look at the time
I should’ve known
Kitchen is closed now, waitress is sweeping the floor
Look at the night
I should be gone
Drunkards are dancing, Manhattan is closing its doors
This is the blind time
When cats go creeping
From Broadway to Bleecker
I’m a creature
Of the streets you adore
Guess I know why
You took to the road
Car comes to find you and over to Queensboro you go
I’ll walk to the wharf
Walk through the Square
If you should ask me I believe I would go anywhere
This is the blind time
When cats go creeping
From Broadway to Bleecker
I’m a creature
Of the streets you adore
First time I saw you
You held a rose
Held it to your lips. It felt like I would explode
I’d go back now
That strange hotel
Sheikh Valentino himself could not have loved you so well
Wrote you a line
Wrote you a poem
Wrote till my heart broke but fine words won’t buy you a home
Look at you now
The society girl
Out in the Hamptons your banker is dining alone
This is the blind time
When cats go creeping
This is the dog world
The city sleeping
You can always find me here
Burning my feelings
From Broadway to Bleecker
I’m a creature
Of the streets you adore
© MarkGSongs 2011
