Good Intentions

We march along the edge of blue
where the scrapers scratch the sky

Two step, Two Step, hup two three
tear drops lined up in rows of nine

At attention on the brink of day
I wallow, you waddle, then it all turns Gold

Words unspoken, what's left to say?
Another holy moment just ours to behold.

We sing our way up the steps to heaven
no angels, no spirits, no guiding light

Two steps, Two steps, hup six seven
tear drops lined up -- i didn't do it just right.

Good bye my darling
this is fare well

unless you know the way
what is it..pray tell?