In the middle of a downtown incident
she smoked a silhouette in my face
The crowd was restless and my fingers shaking
I reached for nothing and I walked away
I got arrested at the A-hole gallery
the Art Patrol said that I killed time
Was this a dream or stark reality?
It makes no difference if it fits the crime

In the center of a trillion accidents
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment are you here or there?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line

The Soul Rebels playing at the Roosevelt
I saw her standing there in chains and lace
She made a certain lewd indication
and said "I'll meet you in a special place"
I heard a riddle about hearts in liberty
by a poet in a sad cafe
His face was gaunt and his walk was jittery
he gave out pamphlets for the Red Brigade

In the center of a million arguments
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment is it black or white?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line

In an alley near the city government
I showed up early for the rendezvous
I overheard a wild confrontation
between a junkie and my ingenue
I never saw my living femme fatality
since the appointment which she did not keep
I've often seen her in the dream totality
The heart's ocean is wide and deep

In the center of a billion sacraments
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment are you wrong or right?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line