Gilbert Street - Sweet Thursday

And the lady of the flowers

In her red brick towers

Exchanging yellow for power

And love for a candlelit hour

For no reason

It’s just the season

In gilbert street

West one

Get your ticket on the central line

Get off at bond street

And she’ll be so kind

To make a flower

With just you in mind

And the question that is Jenny’s

What to wear and how to spend her pennies

She seeks out friends

Secretly desiring many

She feels so kind

As she unwinds

In gilbert street

West one

Get your ticket on the central line

Get off at bond street

Sharp at 9

Take her out to dinner and she say

I thank you for a lovely time and goodnight

And my lady in blue

With her childhood hero untrue

Looks both ways and wonders just who

Is gonna bring her something new

To make her smile

Just for a little while

In gilbert street

West one

Get your ticket on the central line

Get off at bond street

Go for a joy ride

Dig some joy

'Til those midnight chimes

And along come a man

With a big brass band

And to my lady in blue

He whispered, here I am

Together they flew

Down the avenue

Called gilbert street

West one

Get your ticket on the central line

Get off at bond street

And you’ll be flyin' high

Leave all the symbols

And the tired mind behind

And the sun it did shine

As the lovers they entwine

And the big friends bide their time

While they all stand in line

To say you can’t be

Hey can’t you see

This is gilbert street

West one

And the prince of the clan

With his destiny so well in hand

Success and unspoken religion

Between himself and his fans

He’s not so sure

Anymore

When he’s in gilbert street

West one

Get your ticket on the central line

Get off at bond street

And step into the limelight

There’s two just waiting for you, waiting for you

To make it, make it soon

And the actor he stands

With outstretched hands

Knowing not but hoping

That a good spirit is in command

Where laughter flows

And nobody knows

Of gilbert street

West one

If you hear tinkling of a bell

Borne on a moccasin through the gates of hell

Have no fear babe

It’s only me

I wish you well

I really do I wish you well

Yes I do… (fade out)