People Of The Street
Standing on the street, accordion in my hand
In a town where no one knows me
The ones at home don't understand
If there's one thing I've learned, it's who I am!
It seemed as if my life had started almost anew
My mother, bless her soul, took a different point of view
And now I am here to sing for you!
You are the people
You are the ones who count
You are the people of the street
And I know as you pass on
If you've listened to my song
I know if you have heard
I can't call myself a singer, it's just what I like to do
Feel driven by desire and encouraged by a few
How long I will be here is up to you
For you are the people.....
I could tell you of all the places I've played
Of all the mistakes I've made
What you'd really like to know-
Can one live like this? Well, yes and no
And it's never to late to say-
If I would have my time again, I know what I would do
I'd find a quiet corner and I'd hope you'd be there too
For there's no one that counts more than you!
You are the people.....