Silver Nitrate Seranade

I hear from your friends in the safety of night
That you’re living with a man with a past
And from what they can tell, he’s been treating you
Well he’s not doing any damage to your heart.
You walked upon that tightrope babe
With a courage that put me to shame
When I left you on the avenue
I couldn’t even call out your name
I couldn’t even mention your name

From the stony desert to a burning heart
You traveled all those days
In conditions extreme, from poverty to obscenity
You always found your way
An’ I hope that it’s true what they tell me of you
That you’re riding a straight and true course
For I remember well how you would tell me
Your dreams of the silver horse
Your dreams of the silver horse

Some nights alone in this old café, on this street where the rain always lies
The juke box machine plays Italian evergreens, an’ I smoke cigarettes till I’m high
The strong black coffee shoots my nerves, full of tin foil and memories and rust
And a mind almost spent checks it’s change for the rent, and the price of a moment of trust
The price of a moment of trust
Ride upon your silver horse
Ride him to the sky
Ride upon your silver horse
May you never ever cry
May you never ever cry
Break
In the fog filtered scenes of this disjointed night, conversations pass for time
And the erratic beat of the people I meet, comes echoing through my mind
A cold wind shifts from the harbour shore, as I follow my memory lines
They’re leading to you as they so often do, like clues to the scene of the crime
Like clues to the scene of some crime

And those foreign sounds fill the empty streets, to the click clack of the pool table blues
And the café’s yellow light is mocked by the night, along with my memories of you
Of your laser light eyes shooting, always aimed at the stars
And your time-machine mind leavin’ me far behind, picking tunes on this old guitar
Picking tunes on this old guitar Chorus Break (Repeat first four lines of verse oneFourth line 6 times)

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