32nd Street Promenade

Solo: Mr. Caco

When the blank-faced moon is rising

So to watch the shades of cold

Slowly walking through the shapeless night

There's a silhouette that plods alone

And he's weaving tunes of love that he will never sing

No! And he's aware;

And his hands will reach to something when he starts

to fall...

...Into a dream where he's the hero of the night,

The wisest messiah

A lonely pilgrim merely alive

Seeking sanctuary when home is far away

Solo: J. King

There he lies, by the dimmest light,

Unseen to the faces in the windows

The Street invites, The Street consumes,

Drains the mind and waste the feelings

Then sobriety becomes a long forgotten dream

Yeah! The Street is magic

And every phantom on the corner helps him to recall...

...Every moment when he felt he was alive

Adrift on the ocean of his thoughts

And now, sighing, longing for the sun again,

He'll recite rhymes of hope

"Lovely Angels of the night, do come

Lovely Angels of the nigh, arise

Bring me forth your light of peace

And surround me with your grace and ease

Holy Angels of the night, I pray

Holy Angels of the night, awake

In the climax of my doom

I will have the gutter share

My darkest secrets"