Come walk the streets of crime
And the colored bright lit corners and low of repute
See the dazzling night life glow beyond the dawn and burning in

The heart of Soho
Hear the market cries and see the wares displayed
Through the window of your soul


Come watch the naked dance
That spins before your very eyes naked like the sun

Step inside where men before have drunk their fill to senseless
Their dreams fade and die
And free and easy does the blood red wine come flowing

From the glass to your veins

Oh the midday dream is silent

In the gardens where you're resting from the troubles of your mind
And though the sun is shining brightly, all within the garden
Is either sleeping or is dead

And through the afternoon the buzzing bees do harmonize
With the rushing city life