I walk down the sidewalk
Beside Powell Boulevard
Past the men with 40 ouncers

Passed out in the yard
There's a boy of seven years
Gazing at the sky

With dreams of far-off places
Wishing he could fly
Away to join his father

Wherever he may be
They say he went back east
Somewhere near New York City


And I think that I'm the luckiest guy
On this planet so it seems

The luckiest guy
In a world of broken dreams


I heard a busker busking
About all kinds of mournful things
About a woman who had left him

With two broken wedding rings
I sat beside a man
Heading home from far away

He was talking on his phone
And wishing for the day
That he'd once more see his lover

Who he left so far behind
A life lived in the distance
Was always on his mind


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'Cause when I walk thru the door
There's a girl in front of me
Her eyes are full of wonder

It's a wonder just to be
There's soup upon the table
There's rice inside a bowl

There's a magic lady
With hair as black as coal
She asks me how I'm doing

She says she is alright
She smiles and she asks me
What I'd like to do tonight


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