I am just a brick in the wall
Watching all the city folk fall
Cigarette smoke drifts in the air
Cold wind blowing through the town square
White wings resting by the bass line
Wait for the moon and the gold sign
Old owl watching from the deep gray
Counting the hours till the break day
Jazz notes leak through the iron grate
Hungry for a midnight dinner plate
He does not move or make a sound
Firmly planted on the hard ground
He seen the fares and the long ride
Nowhere for a city bird to hide
He knows the shortcuts and the slow turns
While the heavy diesel engine burns
White wings resting by the bass line
Wait for the moon and the gold sign
Old owl watching from the deep gray
Counting the hours till the break day
The horn player hits a high note
Screaming like a rusty old boat
The street is a river of black ink
Faster than a tired man can blink
Street lights flicker in the wet street
Rhythm of a thousand walking feet
He stays still while the world spins fast
Knowing that the midnight will not last
White wings resting by the bass line
Wait for the moon and the gold sign
Old owl watching from the deep gray
Counting the hours till the break day
Just a bird in the basement air
Looking on with a steady stare
Keep the meter running now.
