Dust of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.

Now. . .
. . Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.

⁠Voices of dollars
⁠And drops of blood
⁠. . . . .
⁠Voices of broken hearts,
⁠. . Voices singing, singing,
⁠. . Silver voices, singing,
⁠Softer than the stars,
⁠Softer than the mist.