Lincoln Street is howling It's empty, growing colder, The night has come on limping and It's bleeding from the shoulder. Headlights fake a prison break Of snow that rages and dies, It's lost its will upon this hill As one time so did I. But here comes everybody- The rounders and the nuns, The poets sweeping sleeper cars, The butcher and his sons; Here comes the restitution We'd all but given up, This evening we're content believing That love will be enough. Air is what I need But I try to breathe you in, Thinking I can get at what I must Beneath your skin. Your veins are humming wire Rushing fire to your face, I feel it flush against my own, A pulse that I can taste. And here comes everybody- The tyrant and his crew, His most loyal traitors And they whisper this to you: Here comes the restitution You'd all but given up, This evening we're content believing That love will be enough. The fire escape is folded Like the cradle of an arm, Our dread so deep we've learned to keep it Near without alarm. But every fear is like the prayer You've learned to shout out loud, From your lips to God's ear It turns the face of every crowd. And here comes everybody- The closet renegades, The weary, hungry soldiers From the children's lost crusade. Here comes the restitution We'd all but given up, This evening we're content believing That love will be enough.