Main Street Milky Way

Everlasting stars paint a halo,
Over the Earth bound angel,
That walks the wonders of the ever ending streets of mankind,
Thru the cries of the homeless hero,
To the address of the famous zero,
These sleep walking dreams and donors do work and wind.

So the beauty of a billion stars and a hundred billion more with light on the way,
Turns the tongue inside out in search of the rapture that words just don't know how to say.

Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.

In the broken hearted moonlight,
She figures the full night,
And the wingless have their way with the run of the ground,
Hydraulic dawn makes its circuit,
In the wake of the garbage men who work it, Before the vision can penetrate the night's curtain the world has come alive in sound.

The hopeless reborn everyday to the forced light of the immaculate morning,
Some living in whispers some dying with the crash; others flushed in the warning.

Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.

Adams to Zimmerman feed the new light,
Each his own version of the lost night,
She drifts like the smell of coffee thru the house of morning,
The ancient rhythm of her waking,
The life of her lifetime in the making,
Nature's slow flower blossoms of the ethereal friction of time aborning.

Traffic slowly leaks out onto the endless avenues hoping to find its way,
Thru all the deadlines and destinations does anyone stop and ask is it really just another day.

Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.

So the beauty of a billion stars and a hundred billion more with light on the way,
Turns the tongue inside out in search of the rapture that words just don't know how to say.

Main Street, Main Street, Main Street Milky Way.