Cold, so cold the wind is lashing my face
I see the bench before my eyes
Tonight the lights are dimmed by a falling rain
The park is filled with stray faces

Lost in the hum of voices just like a shade of reality
One with the lonely city lights that shine in the coffeehouse
Slowly he lights up a cigarette (it) seems like his only way to hate
(he) Shakes off some ashes from his smoke that lights up all the crowd

Ignored ’jes because of his way of making it thru the day
All the eyes (are) evading his smile

And he prayed for someone to help
But they just watched him wither away

Walk thru the concrete jungle overcome your shame
Please be near me so I won’t get lost
Please stay near so I remember the story and the melody from the streets
From your soul, from your home, from your city lights

Walk...
Just walk, and I’l wait right here

Same old flower shop and (the) acquainted wooden bench
The street musician plays those unfamilliar tones
Everytime I walk the road it reminds me of that day
I wish you could be here to comfort and to ease my pain

Slowly he lit up a cigarette (it) seemed like his only way to hate
Shook off some ashes from his smoke tha lit up all the crowd

Walk thru the concrete jungle overcome your shame
Please be near me so I won’t get lost
Please stay near so I remember the story and the melody from the streets
From your soul, from your home, from your city lights