Reverie

the streetlights are diamonds, the sidewalk a bed
 of boot heels and garbage and cigarettes
 and only the hopeless and lonesome are left
 to pin up the night and go home
 and i don't believe that a fortune is told
 by the turning of cards, by the swinging of stones
 but still i'm here hoping for what i can't hold
 for some kind of sign from above
 so turn out the lights, let the diamonds be damned
 a reverie is sweeter in the dark
 and i don't got nothing but two empty hands
 and this slow burning flame of a heart
 and midnight comes rolling all bottles and bags
 they come to rest soft in the park
 and a beautiful woman, her voice made of glass
 stirs in a dream in the dark
 and i don't believe that the future is told
 by the weight of a word, but by the way it's spoke
 and still i'm here holding your name in my throat
 and isn't it sweet on my tongue
 and the dawn glows, and it spreads like a spill
 in the shadows, someone whispers it will be alright
 the streetlights are faded, the sidewalk a song
 of footsteps, and papers, and telephones
 and darling it's raining, come take me back home
 it seems that i've seen quite enough
 and i don't know which way i'm bound to believe
 the story itself, or the space between
 but still i'm here wiping my eyes on my sleeve
 at the beautiful world waking up