Your Shadowed Alleyways - Tenement

A slow drift on a stagnant day

It’s nature’s finest serenade

The whistle of two birds in love

Ruffling their feathers at the Supper Club

On Saturday she walks in the park

And you can’t say «I Love You» till it’s after dark

And no one ever bothered to give you a shove

Now you’re growing old in a Supper Club

It’s really something that you’re

What I imagined to be true

The Roads of Home all lead to you

Down the line, underneath the shade

Jeffery Dahmer’s drinking up his lemonade

And up among the stars, he really feels the love

In the land of the butchers and the Supper Clubs