The Dancer

Jeanette was a dancer

Suppose I knew her well

Her feet danced miracles

I was deep within her spell

Jeanette loved a singer

Who was the leader of some band

Looked just like a boy

And stood just like a man

And it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Yes it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Just for you boy

The kids in the backstreet cried

The voices in your brain

A world full of hungry souls

Behind the window pane

Little Jenny on the high wire

So emotioned as she felt

Sometimes I think that the wires mean

The tragedy as well

And it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Yes it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Just for you boy

I walked on the west-side

Jeanette I pulled your strings

I stood on the pavement

Never doing a thing

Still I'm a singer

I know my songs so well

The rain falls through my eyes

Lands below the share

And it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Yes it rains on

Down deep

Avenue

Just for you boy