Suite Streetwalker
by: W. Dire Wolff 1997 W. Dire Wolff

Part One: Suite Streetwalker / When the Magic’s Gone / Summer Magic

Part Two: Another Winter’s Journey

Begin: Part One

She’s got dark long lashes
A slit in her dress
And a thigh when it flashes
Pearl white teeth coming from a smiling face.

Hey Babe, if you got lovin’
Come close and give me something
The way you move
Is enough to drive me mad.

Please stay
I would like to do some talking
It’s late
Would you like a cup of coffee
The way you move
Is a enough to drive me mad.

I offered her a light
For her last cigarette
I offered her a joint
If only she would roll it
But she just drank
A bottle of whiskey or two.

I got lost in her dark long lashes
Went for the thigh
From the slit as it flashes
I kissed the pearl white teeth coming from her smiling face.


(Bridge One)


Now you say, that you want me back
After you sent me down
I would not have gone down
But you sent me
I would not have gone down
But you were gone.

When you went away
I went crazy
When you went away
I went insane
Now I’m back on the streets
Looking for beauty here to meet
Yeah, I’m going back down there again.

I would not have gone down
But you sent me
I would not have gone down
But you were gone.

(Bridge Two - Don’t Burn this one yet)

But tonight stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me all night long
Hold me tight
In the starlight
Sing to me
Your love songs
Oh, won’t you stay with me
Oh, won’t you stay with me.

( Use Part two of Bridge Two - Don’t Burn it yet)

When the Magic’s Gone”

When the Magic’s gone
And your heart is broken
When the Magic’s gone
All the words been spoken. (When the Magic’s gone, When the Magic’s gone)

When the words are dry
They’ve lost their meaning
When your heart is numb
It’s lost it’s feeling.

When you try to sleep
Where your love lay sighing
When you try to laugh
But your soul is bleeding.

In the evening tears
Where our love started
We spoke our fears
Until the day we parted.

Now the Magic’s gone
And my heart is broken
When the Magic’s gone
All the words been spoken. (When the Magic’s gone, When the Magic’s gone)

( Bridge Three - Start with Bridge Two and then Burn it! Move to new bridge)

“Summer Magic”

Summer Magic
Hey, I’m sure it’s real
Summer Magic
It’s something I can feel.
Evening breezes
They blow away the night
I want to hold you
Until the morning light.

You say it’s madness
Well I say it’s love
You call it sadness
Well I think it’s love
You say it’s loneliness
Hey, I’m lonely too
Everybody’s lonely
So what can we do?

Ain’t life tragic
When you’re down in the crowd
Up in the attic
Is the only time you’re singing loud
Ain’t life tragic
When you’re down in the street
When you don’t feel magic
From none of the people you meet.

You say you got troubles
Sure, I got trouble too
Just tell me all your troubles
I’ll take them all away from you
Summer Magic
Hey, I’m sure it’s real
Summer Magic
It’s something I can feel.


(Bridge Four - Back to Start and End)

She’s got dark long lashes
A slit in her dress
And a thigh when it flashes
Pearl white teeth coming from a smiling face.

Hey Babe, if you got lovin’
Come close and give me something
The way you move
Is enough to drive me mad.

“Part Two - Another Winter’s Journey”

Who are we?
Who are we?
Then the morning comes in the first rays of sunrise.
From the window of the taxi cab, she has seen so many mornings.
Rolling home while the other people are rolling over.
Eggs and bacon sizzle in the thousands of breakfast nooks
With grease and splatter and burning toast.
The shades pulled tight to block those rays from the eighteenth floor.
I know nothing about the first moments of sleep here.
Except that she is gone.

Old Ben measures the moments we share.
She takes care of them like my ex-wife once did.
It feels so honest and pure to lay those dollars down.
Our hearts aren’t fooled by the exchange.
We feel so close together, even though it was all arranged.
Yes, the time is short.
That isn’t much different than the plane trips, hotel rooms, and chance encounters.
It isn’t much different, except the time was cut short by design.
How rare for the unit of measure to be pre-defined.

All of this life.
All of this life.
The world hangs around me now.
I’m not here and it isn’t me.
I have so many pieces of riches, in silver and memories.
I have so many things to kneel down in thankful prayer.
I have so many peaceful moments at the foot of the mountain.
But, I’m not here and nothing is a part of me.
Nothing is part of me.

I’m not that kind of person.
I didn’t bother to learn any of the names.
I only listened to the voices of the holy.
I shed forth my soul to the kingdom of strangers.
But, I no longer can appreciate the morning.
But I know, longer than my eyes could hold her
Her smile lingers in memories.
It’s always over in the morning.
It doesn’t matter if it was her, or her, or her.
It’s always the same when they are gone with morning.

Still, her memory lingers.
The memory of a woman.
That flows in the river of so many faces.
So many passing strangers and sobbing hearts.
And for what we shared in each other’s happy eyes.
We gave back, what the others just take from each of us.
Now, if I’m left alone to remember her.
It’s only the size of my bankroll.
It’s only a limit of the hours of nighttime.
It’s only the arrangement that can’t be changed.

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