Real Death Waltz

Mushrooms, spider webs, autumn leaf & chunk of dead wood:
oh my.

Outside the street's on fire
In a real death waltz
Between what's flesh & what's fantasy
& the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all
They just stand back & let it all be
& in the quick of a knife
They reach for their moment
& try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight.....in.....Jungle......Land

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN & THE E STREET BAND