White Sky
An ancient businessA modern piece of glassworkDown on the corner thatYou walk each day in passingThe elderly sales clerkWith eyes full of suspicionThe whole corporation's giving it permission
The little stairwayA little bit of carpetA pair of mirrors thatAre facing one anotherOut in both directionsA thousand little JuliasThat come togetherIn the middle of Manhattan
You waited since lunchIt all comes at once
Around the cornerThe house that modern art builtI ask for modern artTo keep it out the closetThe people who might own itThe sins of pride and envyAnd on the second floorThe Richard Cera Skate Park
Waited since lunchIt all comes at once
Along the park walkAsk all of our questionsWhile all the horsesRace taxis in the winterLook up at the buildingsImagine who might live thereImagining you're walkingOn a bowl upon the sing there
You waited since lunchIt all comes at once