Oh the city she makes
Sometimes your soul to feel
floating just like a leaf in the wind
Street is stream so it carries
you past your present schemes 'til there is no end
Left right in the alley
No one catches you but the
gentle wind
There ain't no Jane, no Jill,
no Sally to see you through
There ain't no Jane, no Jill,
no Sally to see you through
So you do what you want
And pretend again that it's
time to roam 'cause you can't go home
Maybe you'll find your way
today,
But while you're at it you'll
have some fun
And through tears of laughter
You know it's nothing until
you find someone
You wouldn't miss it
You don't care if it's day
or night
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |