Singing in the Streets

• Come on in and close the door.
• Mark the creaking of the floor.
• See the candle burning light.
• Now join my secret yearning night.
• Sit with me and talk of you.
• I have swept my path for you.
• But when I 'm singing in the streets,
• Well then I 'm singing in the streets.
• Come on this world where good is bad
• and bad is worse—the best is mad.
• I cannot find the words for it:
• it 's there, it 's clear, the worst is it.
• You know the chosen road is wrong,
• and turning back would prove us strong,
• But when we 're singing in the streets,
• Well then we 're singing in the streets.
• Long ago and far away
• I knew you better than today.
• I long to show you all my tears
• and free you from your oldest fears.
• So come, say nonsense, truth or lie,
• and when at last your tongue is dry,
• You 'll hear me singing in the streets,
• You 'll hear me singing in the streets.