Waxing Or Waning?

You in your coat, writing a note 'Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree' Then catching a bus just after dusk A one way trip to the city A cold water flat, a hot plate, a hat The want ads are strewn on the floor And you get so mad, when your ma and dad Reflect when you look in the mirror But I see you there Nude at the top of the stairs But so far away And I recall all Your dreams and your schemes Movin' me The plans that we made A street serenade You can't be like your brother N. Mike Content just to live and get by I hope that you're fine At thirteenth and nineteenth Waxing or waning your call And I see you there A light at the top of the stairs But so far away And I recall all Your dreams and your schemes Movin' in me The sense that it made A street serenade