Waxing or Waning?

You in your coat, writing a note

'Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree'

Then catching a bus just after dusk

A one way trip to the cityA cold water flat, a hot plate, a hat

The want ads are strewn on the floor

And you get so mad, when your ma and dad

Reflect when you look in the mirrorBut I see you there

Nude at the top of the stairs

But so far away

And I recall all

Your dreams and your schemes

Movin' me

The plans that we made

A street serenadeYou can't be like your brother N. Mike

Content just to live and get by

I hope that you're fine

At thirteenth and nineteenth

Waxing or waning your call