Bleecker Street

[Verse 1]

Fog's rolling in off the East River bank

Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street

Fills the alleys where men sleep

Hides the shepherd from the sheep

[Verse 2]

Voices leaking from a sad cafe

Smiling faces try to understand

I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand

On Bleecker Street

[Verse 3]

A poet reads his crooked rhyme

Holy, holy is his sacrament

Thirty dollars pays your rent

On Bleecker Street

[Verse 4]

I heard a church bell softly chime

In a melody sustaining

It's a long road to Canaan

On Bleecker Street