Each got there separately

            Over the slick of nighttime streets

            Quickly through the crumbling neighbourhoods

            Up the elevator to the studio

            They had to stop and start

            The mikes were changed several times,

            The pianist fiddled with the chords,

            The engineer arranged to add some strings

            With a button

            The replay sounded good for what it was

            But for the hell of it

            They sneaked away together 

            By themselves

            And ran it through 

            Start to finish

            Down the fire escape

            Until somebody had to call the cops