Hear that lonesome violin play.
     See the notes float up into the overcast
     and change to white birds as they sail on through
     and soar away free into incandescent blue.

People getting ready behind all those rectangles of light
"Put on your grin mask, babe, you know we're steppin out tonight"
You hear that sound, like hammers only small?
It's what the people's heads say when they beat them against the wall.

     Hear that lonesome violin play.
     See the notes float up into the overcast
     and change to white birds as they sail on through
     and soar away free into incandescent blue.

Concrete vortex sucks down the wind;
It's howling like a blinded violin.
Oh -- Tongues of Fire, come and kiss my brow
if i ever needed you, well i need you now!

     Hear that lonesome violin play.
     See the notes float up into the overcast
     and change to white birds as they sail on through
     and soar away free into incandescent blue.

(New York --)