Late at night in summer heat Expensive car and empty street There's a wire in my jacket For this is my trade It only takes a moment
There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonightI see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplightI've no choice but to follow that call
I dream of rainI dream of gardens in the desert sandI wake in painI dream of love as time runs through my handI dream of fire
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dearI like my toast done on one sideAnd you can hear it in my accent when I talkI'm an Englishman in New York
