The Dancer

Jeanette was a dancer
 Suppose I knew her well
 Her feet danced miracles
 I was deep within her spell
 Jeanette loved a singer
 Who was the leader of some band
 Looked just like a boy
 And stood just like a man
 And it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Yes it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy
 The kids in the backstreet cried
 The voices in your brain
 A world full of hungry souls
 Behind the window pane
 Little Jenny on the high wire
 So emotioned as she felt
 Sometimes I think that the wires mean
 The tragedy as well
 And it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Yes it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy
 I walked on the west-side
 Jeanette I pulled your strings
 I stood on the pavement
 Never doing a thing
 Still I'm a singer
 I know my songs so well
 The rain falls through my eyes
 Lands below the share
 And it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Yes it rains on
 Down deep
 Avenue
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy
 Just for you boy