Waxing Or Waning - Better Than Ezra

You in your coat 
Writing a note, 
"Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree..." 
Then catching a bus, 
Just after dusk, 
A one way trip to the city. 
A cold water flat. 
A hot plate, 
A hat. 
The want ads are strewn on the floor. 
And you get so mad, when your ma and dad 
Reflect when you look in the mirror. 
But I see you there 
Nude at the top of the stairs 
(but so far away) 
And I recall all 
Your dreams and your schemes 
Moving me. 
The plans that we made, 
A street serenade 
You can't be like your brother and mike, 
Content just to live and get by. 
I hope that your fine, 
At 13th and 9. 
Waxing or waning? 
Your call. 
But I see you there 
A light at the top of the stairs 
But so far away 
And I recall all your 
Hands and your plans moving me 
The sense that it made 
A street serenade.