there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass/ as a neon swizzle stick stirrin' up the sultry night air/ and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon/ rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky/ as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',/ down on the corner i'm freezin';/ on a restless boulevard at a midnight road/ i'm across town from easy street/ with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners/ on the stroll....