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.