Music

The streetlights hum a lullaby For no one in particular I pass the bakery, the bridge, The window where you used to sleep And every step is a question And every corner says no I walk until the night gets tired I walk until it lets me go Oh, stranger, stranger Who is walking in my shoes The city keeps a copy Of everything I lose

I cut a moon from yesterday's paper And hung it up with a thread It doesn't shine, it barely moves But it listens to what I said Paper moon, paper moon Hold the dark a little while Paper moon, paper moon Fold the night into a smile

There are salt lines on the window Where the sea tried to come in There are letters in the drawer That I never dared begin Tell me how the harbour sounds When the boats have all gone home Tell me if the tide remembers Every name it's ever known