Down Desire Avenue
where all the pilots go
Line in a bar when day is thru
keeping the world in a place below
Tall second rated moviestars
step from their overcoloured truth
out thru a side door right into
Desire Avenue
Empty faces, silly walks
Coming in from the tight-rope dance
Men judging balance above all
looking down on their shaking hands
It’s coming up it’s hard to breathe
and I think of you
I’m going down but nothing’s cheap
down Desire Avenue
One bite of cold and one of heat
A sip of lust a sip of pain
A careless way to cross the street
that is the way to play this game
Now — is a red-hot piece of coal
thrown right at you
This isn’t courage anymore
down Desire Avenue