Horse before the cart

Through the open window
Dizzy with your presence
I chanced upon the mirrors
Wheeling west on 24th St.

Then it all vanished
In the breaking storm
The train to Centre
And a hanging goodbye
I�m feeling your anger
The night, agitated
You�re leaving for nowhere
This music never heard

Forgetting altogether
Making up excuses
Standing on fishes
No praise for lies
Jugglers, fire-breathers
Just beyond my window
Your dying applause
Pretend not to hear