3 O'clock Flamingo Street

Empty sound, deserted town Beneath the silvery feathered down Of morning's waking breath Forgotten tunes and silver spoons Goes to deeply shadowed gloom And dies a silent death Junkered peers through plastic ears Holds his bottle heaven near And dimly strange to rise Unreal, can't feel His dagger dangling band of steel Through plastic coated eyes Don't turn away, there ain't no need It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street Big band show an hour ago I saw the laughing doorman show the stairway to the crowd Yellow girls Hair uncurled Swaying in a rhythmic world To the music playing load Close light, shines bright Pierces through the yielding night And hides the shadows deep Feeling free should be No time to turn the door to see Where morning widows weep Don't turn away, there ain't no need It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street Pains begun bottle done No place where a man can run To shield his shaking brain Head down round and round Hold on harder to the ground Untouched by the rain Flesh cold, young or old Who cares if the truth be told Is only him to blame Jack and Jill, had their fill Begin to walk the day Until it all begins again Don't turn around there ain't no need It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street