3rd Matinee She Dreams
Then I saw her
Then I saw her
Hiding from the rain
Through a revolving door
She went the other way
And kept walking
A million disconnected things
Run through her head like mannequins
And all the voiceless words they say
Remind her she's alone again
Keep walking
Keep walking
She takes the subway down
To an empty room in another part of town
Arms 'round a violin and a fashion magazine
She dreams of everything
Her soul is singing
There's nothing missing
And no one's listening
She dreams of everything
On a Staten Island ferry in a see-through coat
Reads every word that Kafka wrote
She memorizes all the quotes
But doesn't get the dirty jokes
She's walking
Keep walking
Down to the city hall
With graffitied walls
To the anniversary waltz
She plays her violin
And the overture begins
She dreams of everything
Her soul is singing
There's nothing missing
And no one's listening
She dreams of everything