It was that kind of misting rain
It was that kind of night
Nothing was wrong
It just wasn’t right
All these late night alleys
All these late night alley cats
It starts raining harder
She adjusts her hat
A streetlight goes out
She makes her wish
A taxi on the corner
A puddle makes a splish!
It weren’t the blues
It weren’t low rent
It was just the cement lament
How many years has it been
Since you left that old hometown
Both eyes on your feet
Both feet on the ground
It’s not superstition
It’s just playing it smart
Don’t step on the cracks
Or you may break your mama’s heart
It’s not the blues
It’s not low rent
It’s just the cement lament
Sun’s rolling up the East River
It slowly dawns on you
You’re smoking your last cigarette
The rain has stopped
The sky is blue
Time to shake this mood
Someone’s got to pay that rent
Someone’s shift just started
Singing the cement lament
Singing the cement lament
Singing
Swinging
Singing and swinging
Singing and swinging