Looking out at the heads of the people

Looking out from a window so high 

Lost the shape and time of things 

It's all a river just floating by 

I guess I earned a raft that couldn't sink 

Guess I learned about the missing link 

??? would forget to think 

You are alone there's nobody to see 

Swinging the blues is what ought to be 

You are all alone there's nobody to see 

Singing the blues is what ought to be 

Walking the streets 

And kicking your heels 

Loving the way the sidewalk feels 

There's a man in his forties passing you by 

There's a lady in lace catches my eye 

There's a melody in 3/4ths time 

There's a rhythm here and it's all mine 

Walking the streets 

Kicking heels 

Loving the way the sidewalk feels 

Holding your hand, lord 

I think I know 

Feeling my way in the river of flow