(Verse 1)
I got my start on the street
With the monkey next to me he'll

Shake your hand for a dollar,
If you're nice kiss your cheek
To my left I can see

Chinese flipping bowls on their heads from their feet
Yo
Strolling on the scene

Are my arch-enemies
Break-dancers take your crowd, your girl, your money
Balloon man's telling me to turn down please

And the psychic agrees
I begin to see that


Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong
And there's no where else that I'd rather be


(Chorus)
Because those moments on the street
When crowd would rock with me

I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
You see all I really need
Are some ears to hear me dream

I feel like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
Standing on the street, yeah
Just standing on the street






(Verse 2)
Trombone cuts deep through the crowd doing Motown moves

With his hat tucked down
A belly dancer passes the tip jar around
And the men are confused, slightly aroused

Muslims, Christians preaching, wishing
I would shut up so the people could listen
Supposed to cut through all this noise

With my little voice, I begin to see that

Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong

And there's no where else that I'd rather be

(chorus)


And the day goes dark
I pack my car

Stare out at the ocean
Take some time
A quiet smile

Let it all just soak in

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