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.