Three in Venice

Black Baboona's singing songs
Soulful in the side streets
They drift like vapors
Past the winos sleeping down on Main
"Forget your troubles, c'mon get happy,"
She's singing in the side streets
Waiting for a trick
Beneath an awning in the rain
She powders her face in the storefront glass
Anxiously waits each car to pass
And the rain comes down
Beats down on the ocean and the sleepy roofs in town
Pretty babies going down in dreams
On the stormy ocean rocks
Baboona going down on Pete
In the midnight parking lot
The rain comes down

Diamond James is dancing
Under his umbrella
He's barefoot in the rain
In the stark street lamp light
Tonight he will whisper and sing and scream
The things he did not tell her
Tho she left him years ago
He thinks he sees her every night
He'll break down and cry before the night is through
Fist to the sky, sorrow his crown
And the rain comes down
Washing off the makeup from this lonely clown

Gypsy's closing up now
She locks the doors and windows
Tucks her take-home safely
In a paten leather shoe
Says good-bye to no one
With a wave of ancient fingers
Stepping out on Main Street
Back into her blues
At home cats and dogs sit and wait for her
It's all she has left in this old town
And the rain comes down
Lulling her to sleep with a soothing silver sound
Like magic she is young again
Tumbling in the dream
He bends and gives her kisses
And a handful of moonbeams
And the rain comes down