Laughing on Music Street (Brown/Bruce) Dark notes Or light Hear the voices In between Tell the time Doors open Into the hot Still living Under the spot Hands So Electric Never fail To shock you Who is this wild animal With two hundred fingers Playing himself? Hear Lost trains Industrial Wartime blues Swingin' the shift With dancin' shoes Hear the sound of fear Laughing on Music Street Making futures out of fountains Bebop mountains Structures in the cold Burn the lonely lamp Almost only one Never sold (out) Since you left there's been A lot of sightings none confirmed You keep on coming back Repairing gaps in time We sometimes find the way Every day there is the blues In Nica's apartment so full of stray cats (You lost the battle But you won the war)