Purple Girl

Clickety clack down the stairs
Purple girl goes for a ride
Lipstick before the walk to the bar
The rip in your dress can be stitched another day
Quietly standing and waiting to talk
People roll by, no bad signs today
No malcontent bubbling up anywhere

There's Vishnu and Larry and dear old Joe Lane
And all of the stories they only tell you
In your persimmon shoes they tell you the news
While you wait for the long man to show
There's seven long hours to show time

Red light spinning
In the early morning air
Mostly for show and for comfort,
The purple girl's going nowhere

Clickety clack down the stairs
The purple girl goes for a ride
Finally there's Lazarus in silhouette
Filling the frame of the door
Smiles and kisses, the drinks and the tales
A promising nod that the gear is all good
Let's leave and let's go to the high town

It's rushing, he's laughing, you're wondering why
Around and around, no breath and no sound
Melting and melting, and drifting away
One, two, three, goodbye

Red light spinning
In the early morning air
Mostly for show and for comfort
The purple girl's going nowhere