Gray Boy

sitting outside the cathedral
skinny gray boy hears the weird
some sky crying about some planet
what? no cats?
skinny as they come
with the stretchy paws
they don’t fit the keys
but he sings along in a low voice
these people they don’t quite see it
but the gray boy nose the score
hep cat all tuned to the store
gonna buy a diamond ring if it don’t sing
so he sings all low and sweet
the reels are running but the mike ain’t pointed
and the gray boy’s song goes into the world
alone and without a chorus
until that key queen with the true voice
picks him up and gives him the once over
it’ll all work out
’cause everyone loves the gray boy.