ginkgo leaves are drifting down like ticker tape
all fall’s perfect little pharaoh fans confetti me
as I race walk past Hampton Street
my streetlight shadow’s hips shift quickly, left to right
a motion that is not quite manly, no not quite
Brent says, (that’s my brother)

and Brent says there are things guys really shouldn’t do
like aerobics, or watch soap operas, or race walking, too, and
hey bro, you know I understand your point of view
but I kinda like that shifting

so tonight, striding down this empty street
I dreamed a lover, crashed out on a plush divan
Cleopatra, maybe I could cool with these two hands
you know she kinda likes that shifting, but Brent says.

and as for soaps, well they’re not fit for anyone
and aerobics never looked to me like too much fun
but when it’s too slow to walk, but it’s way too fast to run
you know I kinda like that shifting

so tonight, striding down this empty street, I dreamed a lover
crashed out on a plush divan, Cleopatra
maybe I could cool with these two hands
like a fan on a silk sleeve, like breeze on autumn
ginkgo leaves, are drifting down like ticker tape
all fall’s perfect little ginkgo leaves
are drifting down like ticker tape