Tilting at windmills on a downtown street

O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep

She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat

Looking for a little fame

This ain't no oliver twist, no mister brownlow here

She gathers enough spare change to get

Something to eat

She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that's

Miles and miles away from danger

She just wants to be happy now



She's living on the street

Flowers in the concrete

What a beautiful beat

Flowers in the concrete



Walking on lines of poetry

She's a shakesperian tragedy

Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians

There's always somebody on the run

Trying to get away from that danger

She's just trying to get away from

The stranger



She dances on the pavement

Likes she's the only one

Who's a stranger



In a cloudburst she starts to cry

You have to do the weirdest things just to

stay alive

I'm going down to meet my fate at the

Jesus saves sign

Maybe get lucky, maybe find my smile yeah