Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending-time to go
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Nightime's flyers feel their pains
Drugstore takes down the chains
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street sceng finds a focus in its face
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn
Wonder women draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air