2410
There’s a sun show every second.
2411
Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today,
2412
And the streets are paved with passersby,
2413
And pigeons fly
2414
And papers lie
2415
Waiting to blow away.
2416
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew,
2417
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
2418
And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses.
2419
Oh, won’t you stay
2420
We’ll put on the day
2421
And we’ll talk in present tenses.
2422
When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away,
2423
I will bring you incense owls by night,
2424
By candlelight,
2425
By jewel-light,
2426
If only you will stay.
2427
Pretty baby, won’t you
2428
Wake up, it’s a Chelsea morning.
2429
The end.