The Age of Lust is giving Birth
and both the Parents ask
the Nurse to tell them fairy tales
on both sides of the Glass
and then the Infant with his cord
is hauled in like a kite,
one eye filled with blueprints, the other filled with Spite
We are so small among the Stars
so large against the Sky
and lost among the Subway crowd
I try to catch your eye...

And leaning on your windowsill
he says one day you caused his will
to weaken with your Love and Warmth and Shelter
and You find he did not leave you very much, not even laughter
And then takin’ from his wallet an old schedule of trains
he says I think it’s time to board another
and when he whispers: come in
to the sleeping car that’s warm
you realize he’s only advertising one more shelter

He was just a dealer lookin’ for the card
that is so High an’ wild
he’ll never need to deal another
and then you realize
that he is just another Joseph looking for a Manger,
Yes, He’s just another Joseph lookin’ for a manger