The man with the velvet collar

and the impressive skills on the piano

once sang a song for me

across the white crested waves

between the past

in the undiscovered Bronx

and my home in Bicester

and I could not help but be saved

 

I put a dime in the juke box

and I believed all what the Piano Man sang

about the ups and downs of a life well lived

and how at times the girl gets away

but if your fortunate enough