or a photographic myth floating on the fog
when the light is dim
are you waiting at the exit
or just coming in?
patti smith
where has Bob gone
for his photographic kiss
in New York City when the time is strange
are you keeping it simple
or forcing a change?
patti smith
becoming the night
are you dreaming on the stage?
what are you saying? as you escape your cage?
with your arms stabbing
the air
your body swaying
johnny's no longer praying
'cause he's bleeding on the floor
he ain't dancing anymore
little joey has his little gun
he's shooting up for a bunch of fun
patti smith,
where you going with that song in your mouth?
are you packing heading south?
down to the bad
into the dark
under the brooding trees in the county park
over by the river
and through the wood
a rocking chair
might do you good
patti smith
are you for real
or a photographic myth floating on the fog
when the light is dim
are you waiting at the exit
or just coming in?
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