Heads up

Godfather.

Heads up on the sidewalk after hitting the wall
Two bits from a dollar as the storm comes to call
Six pence now a quid and you can see the pennies fall
Don’t look don’t speak don’t fear the night
Only a few will hear the thunder come to call.

Cobblestone streets oil lamps and the moon each step is carefully placed
To each smile a face that watches over you.

Born the son of Norsemen pride stand tall and deliver in the face of the night
Seven days to the harbor and seven nights to the shore the serpents head is facing north
Its tail to the south with a sail full of wind and the sword of Valhalla rises again.

So, with the warmth of the sun and tales to be told water is broken at the bow
Life unfolds in bold visions of fire in the sky and treasures of the heart at lands’ end
Forever inside the promises once told only to see them pass thru the sands of time.

Street cars pass in a slow and silent night tracing streaks of light that follow to the end
Behind the wheel a look of surprise greets you as you as the driver waves good-by

As a white glove waves then signals you to cross you can hear the whistle blow.
Slowly you move across an empty street and watch the tail lights disappear
Then into a neon sea of life the street car finds its home.


Godfather.