Song for Ella

I see that empty streetlamp I can see that morning milkman, too Sun is rising sweat and damp I wanna be with you The first trains leave the station Hangovers trying to get home Houses hung with hesitation Clues, everywhere I roam... Pidgeon hole, ticket soul No money, no goal Walter Raleigh, Groucho Marx Blow your nose, blow your mind The bluesy dogs they dig you're pined For travelling... Stroll into a sidewalk cafe Order tea & conversation, too One-man bands settle in the street I wanna be with you