STEPPING OVER SHADOWS
I put a crease in my trousers, though the iron’s cold as stone I’m whistling a melody while walking all alone The streetlights are all twisted, like a dancer’s broken frame And the neon signs are missing half the letters in their name But I’m moving to a rhythm that the silence can’t erase With a smile for every gargoyle on a fallen building’s face. Oh, I’m stepping over shadows in the middle of the day I’m tipping my fedora to the ghosts along the way The skyline might be jagged, and the pavement’s turned to dust But a heart can still be golden in a world of soot and rust So let the sirens holler, let the sky turn bruised and blue I’m just stepping over shadows till I find my way to you. I passed a grand piano sitting out on 5th and Main It’s missing all its ivory and it’s thirsty for the rain I struck a chord upon it, just to hear the wood cry out It sounded like a memory of what living was about... They say the sun is setting on the era of the grand But I’ve still got a compass and a lyric in my hand. Oh, I’m stepping over shadows in the middle of the day I’m tipping my fedora to the ghosts along the way The skyline might be jagged, and the pavement’s turned to dust But a heart can still be golden in a world of soot and rust So let the sirens holler, let the sky turn bruised and blue I’m just stepping over shadows till I find my way to you. Keep the signal burning, Lucille... I’m coming home.