Behind the painted eyes that smile and flicker in disguise there is no meaning
Elbow rubbing, shop door hugging broken gateposts leaning in the wind
I listen to the thunder in my ears like voices in a storm
And the man behind his paper does not read the signs at all
Shattered souls lie on the sidewalk, soaking up the burning August sun while
Past their feet, the platformed heels, rush for meals and back in time for one
The pinstripe on the curb-line just like me seems
Caught up for a moment in a dream what has he
Heard what has he seen a place he
Knows but has not been like a
A vision in a crowd
Vision in a crowd
Cool blows my mind for a moment lost, and wondering why
There's a garden in a city springing, a fountain like a young child playing
And every dream I dream, is winging high
I'm here alone and I wonder which is really me
Sunlight on a needle turning crystal light and ice-cold burning
Every dream I dream, is winging high
The mirror shatters suddenly I'm back on earth and burning up the road where
Diesels roar in harmony drum on my ears and batter at my walls
A billboard holds a legend to my eyes that
Nothing much has ever really changed what have I
Heard? what have I seen? a place I
Know, but have not been like a
A vision in a crowd
Vision in a crowd