It’s midnight.
When the boys are out
They are crawling up the streets
Making shadows jealous.
It’s midnight.
Where the boys are out
They are handing over their dreams
To ladies in red.
And
Somewhere in Chicago
A woman is out walking
Up and down Broadway
Scouring for her bread.
Somewhere in Chicago
Listen to the boys crawling
And ladies in red crying.
A woman hungry for a taste
Of that shadowed street’s love.