Car pulls inside JFK Then drive up the 678 Streets till morning, burning masquerade I hope it's not too late I came to play in your rain ballet And I came to play in your rain ballet Underneath glowing, yellow cellophane You hold my hand and we climb Ladder broken ladder to the sky above There is no place to hide With a smile you flash you dash the Doubt away Atomic rain ballet, gliding on the rooftops In the pouring rain Oh please stay I risk my dreams on skylight streams Ah Black car ballet on the JFK Then drive to the street masquerade Rain, rain on the 678 I hope it's not too late