The Cement Lament

It was that kind of night

Nothing was wrong

It just wasn't right

All these late night alleys

All these late night alley cats

It starts raining harder

She adjusts her hat

A streetlight goes out

She makes her wish

A taxi on the corner

A puddle makes a splish!

It weren't the blues

It weren't low rent

It was just the cement lament

How many years has it been

Since you left that old hometown

Both eyes on your feet

Both feet on the ground

It's not superstition

It's just playing it smart

don't step on the cracks

Or you may break your mama's heart

It's not the blues

It's not low rent

It's just the cement lament

Sun's rolling up the East River

It slowly dawns on you

You're smoking your last cigarette

The rain has stopped

The sky is blue

Time to shake this mood

someone's got to pay that rent

Someone's shift just started

Singing the cement lament

Singing the cement lament

Singing

Swinging

Singing and swinging

Singing and swinging