The Dancer

Jeanette was a dancer I suppose I knew her well Her feet danced miracles I was deep within her spell Jeanette loved a singer Was the leader of some band Looked just like a boy And stood just like a man And it rains all down the avenue Yes, it rains all down the avenue Just for you Just for you Just for you, boy Just for you The kids in the backstreet cry The voices in your brain The world is full of hungry souls Behind the window panes Little Jenny on the high wire Slow motion as she fell Sometimes I think the one is me The tragedy as well And it rains all down the avenue Yes, it rains all down the avenue Just for you, boy Just for you Just for you, boy Just for you I work on the west side Jeanette, I pulled your strings I stood upon the pavement I never owned a thing And still I am the singer I know my song so well The rain falls through my eyes And lands below the shell And it rains all down the avenue Oh yes, it rains all down the avenue Just for you, boy Just for you Just for you, boy Just for you