4th And Cornelia

4th and Cornelia is a still little street
In the middle of the night
In the middle of
Buses and subway cars
And shuffling feet
All the way downtown

To a small café
Where the music sounds
In the middle of the night
In the middle of
Hordes of people all gathered to see
My sweet love
At 4th and Cornelia

The lights are of deep blue and violet
The room is bursting at the seams
I can’t wait for our next break
To tell you I have come
To 4th and Cornelia