Jack Nicholson Style

I'll take you to a city

Where the skies are all aglow -

Where the roads are sung & spread,

And the lights are glimmin' low.

I'd grab your arms once

And steer your hand above -

Rolling on in fire-flames

And kiss you on and on and on :

Jack Nicholson style

It doesn't take a butterfly

To stop a midnight train,

Nor a misfit in my kind

To lighten the moon so pale;

But all I know is that my desire

Could embrace all them angels

And the double hundred candles

Of the lights of Notre Dame :

Jack nicholson style

So ride along in my red car

And see the trees go by.

They are the different choruses

Of the song we lived so far.

My darlings at the window

Listening to the stars.

And I, patient as Jeremiah,

Write fathomless lines :

Jack Nicholson style

Please take my hand and press it hard,

So when I'll go to die

I cannot miss your kingdom -

And its doors all ajar.

The man that stooped when all went down ;

The one you loved so fine

Has now returned to cuffs and curse

An an "I" shaped Southbound rag.

Jack Nicholson style