Looking out at the heads of the people
Looking out from a window so high
Lost the shape and time of things
It's all a river just floating by
I guess I earned a raft that couldn't sink
Guess I learned about the missing link
would forget to think
You are alone there's nobody to see
Swinging the blues is what ought to be
You are all alone there's nobody to see
Singing the blues is what ought to be
Walking the streets
And kicking your heels
Loving the way the sidewalk feels
There's a man in his forties passing you by
There's a lady in lace catches my eye
There's a melody in 3/4ths time
There's a rhythm here and it's all mine
Walking the streets
Kicking heels
Loving the way the sidewalk feels
Holding your hand, lord
I think I know
Feeling my way in the river of flow
