Looking out at the heads of the people | |
Looking out from a window so high | |
Lost the shape and time of things | |
It’s all a river just floating by | |
I guess I earned a raft that couldn’t sink | |
Guess I learned about the missing link ??? would forget to think | |
You are alone there’s nobody to see | |
Swinging the blues is what ought to be | |
You are all alone there’s nobody to see | |
Singing the blues is what ought to be | |
Walking the streets | |
And kicking your heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
There’s a man in his forties passing you by | |
There’s a lady in lace catches my eye | |
There’s a melody in 3/4ths time | |
There’s a rhythm here and it’s all mine | |
Walking the streets | |
Kicking heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
Holding your hand, lord | |
I think I know | |
Feeling my way in the river of flow |
Looking out at the heads of the people | |
Looking out from a window so high | |
Lost the shape and time of things | |
It' s all a river just floating by | |
I guess I earned a raft that couldn' t sink | |
Guess I learned about the missing link ??? would forget to think | |
You are alone there' s nobody to see | |
Swinging the blues is what ought to be | |
You are all alone there' s nobody to see | |
Singing the blues is what ought to be | |
Walking the streets | |
And kicking your heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
There' s a man in his forties passing you by | |
There' s a lady in lace catches my eye | |
There' s a melody in 3 4ths time | |
There' s a rhythm here and it' s all mine | |
Walking the streets | |
Kicking heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
Holding your hand, lord | |
I think I know | |
Feeling my way in the river of flow |
Looking out at the heads of the people | |
Looking out from a window so high | |
Lost the shape and time of things | |
It' s all a river just floating by | |
I guess I earned a raft that couldn' t sink | |
Guess I learned about the missing link ??? would forget to think | |
You are alone there' s nobody to see | |
Swinging the blues is what ought to be | |
You are all alone there' s nobody to see | |
Singing the blues is what ought to be | |
Walking the streets | |
And kicking your heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
There' s a man in his forties passing you by | |
There' s a lady in lace catches my eye | |
There' s a melody in 3 4ths time | |
There' s a rhythm here and it' s all mine | |
Walking the streets | |
Kicking heels | |
Loving the way the sidewalk feels | |
Holding your hand, lord | |
I think I know | |
Feeling my way in the river of flow |