Dust of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.


Now . . .
. . . Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.


  Voices of dollars
  And drops of blood . . .

  Voices of broken hearts,
  . . . Voices singing, singing,
  . . . Silver voices, singing,
  Softer than the stars,
  Softer than the mist.