As we drive around town
The trees and leaves sparkle
And the gardens are gleaming
with color and light
everything chirps and buzzes and
It looks like the beginning of a perfect story

Across the street next to the
child-beaters and speed freaks
I hear Anna's violin playing
And in the electronic blue of twilight
All the world is alright

The fig tree
outlined against a black sky
an unkempt child next door cries
There's a war on
and misery abounds
but Anna's violin somehow
is the only sound I hear
and all is good, all is clear

Night air still
candle flame steady
passionate notes
and red hair flaming
as her feet dance
and her band plays-
she's the neighborhood
virtuoso and all the lion's are tame

My ears strain to hear Greece's Rembetica cries
of heroin and rebellion
and the only way
The spirited find to live their haunted lives,
Across the street they're
given a voice
And immortality tonight