Bleeker Street

Fog's rollin' in off the east river bank

Like a shroud it covers bleeker street

Fills the alleys where men sleep

Hides the shepherd from the sheep



Voices leaking from a sad cafe

Smiling faces try to understand

I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand

On bleeker street



A poet reads his crooked rhyme

Holy, holy is his sacrament

Thirty dollars pays your rent

On bleeker street



I head a church bell softly chime

In a melody sustainin'

It's a long road to caanan

On bleeker street

Bleeker street


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