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VERSE ONE:
There’s
a wise old man standing on the street corner.
He begs for his living but he’s still a wise man,
There’s a young girl selling her body on the street corner,
She had a pretty smile, once upon a time.
There’s a rich man and there’s a poor man,
There’s a beggar and there’s a thief.
There’s an old lady dancing in the corner to Sinatra,
She was a pretty girl who dreamed of happy days.
CHORUS:
So
why……does life just pass them by ?
And why……are we born if we must die ?
VERSE
TWO:
There’s an young man standing on the street corner,
He’s trying to juggle all the things important in his life,
There’s a street kid standing on the street corner,
He’s trying to struggle with the troubles in his life,
There’s a beggar who once was a rich man.
He lost his money, his wife and all his precious friends,
He’s just struggling with his new reality,
A life where nothing really looks the way it really seems.
CHORUS
VERSE
THREE:
And
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t think it’s my fault,
I know you don’t think that it’s your fault,
You see the faces on the street,
The tired and lonely people that no-one wants to meet,
And in the depths of their despair,
But no-one really cares,
Cos they don’t live their life on your street,
There’s a young girl standing there,
A bandana in her hair,
Hey she lives her life on my street,
Yeah she could live her live on my street,
Yeah she could live her live on your street.
Written:
January 2004
Words & Music by Geoff Dominy
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