Solo: Mr. Caco When the blank-faced moon is rising So to watch the shades of cold Slowly walking through the shapeless night There's a silhouette that plods alone And he's weaving tunes of love that he will never sing No! And he's aware; And his hands will reach to something when he starts to fall... ...Into a dream where he's the hero of the night, The wisest messiah A lonely pilgrim merely alive Seeking sanctuary when home is far away Solo: J. King There he lies, by the dimmest light, Unseen to the faces in the windows The Street invites, The Street consumes, Drains the mind and waste the feelings Then sobriety becomes a long forgotten dream Yeah! The Street is magic And every phantom on the corner helps him to recall... ...Every moment when he felt he was alive Adrift on the ocean of his thoughts And now, sighing, longing for the sun again, He'll recite rhymes of hope "Lovely Angels of the night, do come Lovely Angels of the nigh, arise Bring me forth your light of peace And surround me with your grace and ease Holy Angels of the night, I pray Holy Angels of the night, awake In the climax of my doom I will have the gutter share My darkest secrets"