Lady and the Poet

Save me, oh, save me, I''m all out of dreams,
Walking through Heaven''s zone on 25th Street.
Cars are the fashion parading under neon lights;
Faces through tinted glass tell their stories of life.
You stare, you frown and swear, and I smile back at you.
Billions of stars will fall before the night is through.

South of Main and Hollywood is 25th Street.
Liquid gold in glasses is always in our reach;...