just a lonely boulevard song..finding beauty in
it's sadness..and shelter in it's delivery. My friends
tend to think film on this one..I just think ..not bad for about an hours worth of magic from the muse from with in.

I BEEN SPENDING LOST NIGHTS ON THE STREETS
TALKING TO THE OLD MEN IN THE PARK..LIKE A RIVER MY THOUGHTS RUN DEEP...IN A JUNGLE OF NEON AFTER DARK.. I WALK PAST THE CIRCUS BURLESQUE SHOWS ..PAINTED LADIES AND EMPERORS WITHOUT CLOTHES..THEIR DIRECTION HAS NO HAPPY HOME..IN A JUNGLE
OF NEON AFTER DARK..BEFORE LONG THE RAIN COMES DOWN...BUT NOT ENOUGH TO MOVE 
THIS TOWN..IMPERFECT SHADOWS STAND THEIR GROUND..IN A JUNGLE OF NEON AFTER DARK

FOR A WHILE I STOP BY THE BAR...LISTENING TO THE BOYS GLORY TALK...EACH ONE OF US WE'RE FALLEN STARS...IN A JUNGLE OF NEON AFTER DARK...BEFORE LONG THE RAIN COMES DOWN
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO MOVE THIS TOWN...
IMPERFECT SHADOWS STAND THEIR GROUND
IN A JUNGLE OF NEON AFTER DARK

OOOH...OOOH..OOOH..

Written by Willie Phoenix