My Heart Is the Bums of the Street

My heart is the bums on the street With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up My heart is the squirrels in the park Late Sunday evening dodging the raindrops My heart is a barrel on fire That blows burnin' ashes at a telephone wire My heart is the avenue wind rattlin' street signs With its delicate din… What did I do to cause you to leave me? Girl if you just knew what I'm goin' through I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow Every inch of the city reminds me of you… My heart is the schoolyard so empty Vacant of smiles and void of all joy My heart is the ghetto at midnight Teeming with beats and reverberate fear My heart is the newspaper blowin' Down the street when it's snowin' and no ones around My heart is a saxophone solo from a third story window Just before dawn What did I do to cause you to leave me? Girl if you just knew what I'm goin' through I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow Every inch of the city reminds me of you… My heart is the smell of the sewer, The taste of the lobster, the price of the wine My heart is the rush of the traffic The tug of the music, the scene of the crime My heart is the crowd that keeps cheerin' The trains by the river, the points that we score My heart is this wondrous city With its love and its life And its one…slammin' door