These dank city streets are littered tonight
Ladies of the evening plying the trade
in dim light alleys were deals are made
Two men meet out justice on a third in the boneyard
A pickpocket at last call doesn't have to try very hard.
A holdup a mugging a dragnet a drugging
These streets just don't seem to want to change
There's a fire in the first block
sirens pierce the night and it's past one o'clock
it all just seems so insane.

But there's blues and there's Blues
wafting through the stale city twilight
and sharks chalking their cues
feeding heartedly tonight
There's buskers and broken men
hat in the hand
hustlers and hospice lights
same old story again.

frying pans and smashing glass
dirty rats and rotting trash
a howling mut and stray cats fight
oh how lively it all is tonight
I see two trannys in a cat fight
two men strutting arm in arm
an old man with a drunk young lady
surely then what is the harm?

In the end shards of you and me
it's just a little hard to believe
Perched atop with keliediscope eyes
becoming  the drama of the night floating by
Thank You sweet Lord
I am so alive
in the cities last day of September.