I love to watch the pigeons flutter Don't mind the bums sleepin' in the gutter In San Francisco's Tenderloin I walk its streets and I feel joy I love to watch the kittens sleep In the bookstore window down the street They warm my heart, they give me comfort Like newborn baby brothers My life's work takes me away From my baby, she knows that the day When I sing her off to sleep That in the morning, I'm gonna leave Off to far and cryptic worlds Where the oceans and planets swirl Where the nature turns and twists Its knife into the back of happiness I took a bus to Jerusalem Took a peek at the Dead Sea Got stuck in a traffic jam On the way back to Tel Aviv Could've been the scorching red sky Could've been the sand in my eyes But I think I missed the rock that Jesus touched And the wall where the Jews cried But the young girls looked lovely soakin' in the Sun In their army fatigues, smokin' cigarettes at lunch And the boys looked displaced in their crew cuts and shades Holdin' AK-47s at 21 years of age Flew to Melbourne, Australia Flew from Adelaide to Perth Never saw the indigenous Never saw the Sun It rained all the evening It rained all the day Never got to see the outback Or visit Bon Scott's grave Woke up in Miami Drove to West Palm Beach, Florida Still not a sign of crocodile Or a giant tortoise Floated off to the sky Where the Sun lost its glow And when my plane touched the runway I was lookin' off at the snow Scraped my feet from Vancouver To Calgary, to Halifax Dragged my Spanish guitar a hundred times Across the European map Flew to Taipei, flew to Singapore Flew to Tokyo, flew to Seoul Though they welcomed me with kindness I felt painfully alone Shared a moment with a Swede, put an ease on my bleed Came home with fingers crossed, tired as a pre-war penny And the shame, it set in when my love saw my face But our waters would mesh, and in time we erased And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved And said: Baby, in death, can I rest next to your grave? And I woke from a dream where I asked to be saved And said: Baby, in death, can I rest next to your grave? Where will your soul go? Where are you gonna be buried? In whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried? Or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather? When will you die? Where will your ashes be scattered? If you don't want me in death, then please drop my remains In the nearest Tenderloin gutter, and I won't complain Next to the homeless, for we are all brothers Next to the pigeons, and watch them flutter