If You Don't Cry

Softly the crystals falling on 17th

Street do their dance and die and are gone

Millions of crystal balls roll around your feet and nothing gets done

An hour goes by

She doesn't

If you don't cry it isn't love

If you don't cry then you just don't feel it deep enough

Dying all day in thousands of little ways

Dancing alone and drinking a lot

Closing the clubs and haunting the cabarets looking for what

Another five years off your life...

A year goes by

She doesn't...