Montgomery St.

Fire engines singin
In the backyard light
Oh the backyard light
Oh the lullaby...
Water trickles
From an empty lot
And it's all we've got
Yeah it's all we've got
And iron and stone
And a sad trombone
And your leather shoes
And the ivory comb
All our bags are packed
Like a burglar it's just
Me and herWho will lead you
Down the road
Old Montgomery
Is a quiet street
Such a quiet street
Such a shame to say...
So long Christmas
And the Sunday smell
And the ringin bell
And the sparkilin bay...
And the chilly mornings
And the lit up tower
And the early hour
And the east bay bridge
So long Malvina
And your skyward hill
And I'm sad to say

That pilgrimage.
Oh and Allen Ginsberg
And the tales of men
And the howlin wind
And a howlin dreams.
All Gods' children make
Some big mistakes yeah
Some big mistakes
But some lovely sounds
And ice cream windows
And the sound of jazz
Yeah the sound of cool
Makes you wanna move
But no ones movin
If you wanna pass
Down in Chinatown

Come along you friend of mine
Simple words aren't hard to find
Once the complications burn
We'll watch the next day turn
And the frozen angels
On the concrete steps
Oh the Sailors sleep
Oh the widows wept
And the drums are Bangin
While the fireworks fall
Yeah the fireworks fall
And some folks wandered

Through the winter's night
Oh the winter's night
Oh the winter's roll
I found your coat
While I was tumblin out
Of the fireman's ball
Yeah the fireman's ball

Now the leaves are shakin
On the gingko tree
Yeah the gingko tree
For you and me
And a gray light splashes
On the city sky beyond.
And some folks wait
Until the season's change
And they don't feel strange
No they don't feel strange
But I guess that you
And I we're movin on...
It's the same old story
It's our only book
Gonna turn the page
Gonna take a look
Gonna rip it out
Gonna roll it up
Gonna feed those
Flames inside
And the waters tricklin
On an empty Lot
And it's all we got
Yeah it's all we got
And a fire engine
Singin in a backyard lullaby