love don't know what he's doing A greedy man always says he does A man in love sold his soul up the river That's where a greedy man's soul always was
I just couldn't cry No matter how hard I try I knew the love we shared was dead Until she gave me a letter With some words she wrote down And I swear
I walked clean through the party Without a sin put to my name Then they got to know me Then all the sins they came To fruitions visibility I suppose
Hail to you my mountain climber busy at your task I know you're in a hurry but there's something I must ask Do you ever get lonely climbing up so high
Raise your head Meagerest of fledglings And breathe in deep And cease to cry For life it beats within you To fix upon the sky And fix upon... The sky
A thousand times a prophet A New York City prophet They lie there all forgotten I wonder who will hear them next Well it won't be me it won't be you
now Thinking about his hometown Back in New York City A slap across his face Brings him back to this painful place He would not talk God save his soul
Step in from the rain It's the nightingales on 2nd Avenue and I can't complain It's a busy night The regulars know me but all the same they decide I'
I believe in you...