Gilbert Street - The Sweet Thursday

Gilbert Street

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 nine
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 till 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

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 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 (fades out)