In The Street Where The World Passes Me By

Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside
And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong)
In languages I can’t dream of understanding
Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun
Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas
The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet
And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date
And we’re representing everybody
We just can’t start no war
Keeps me curious
A wild seed in this well-groomed bed (growing faster)
A firm oasis in the dry city renewal
Americana cats…
We are a part of everybody
People pouring out of holes in walls
And they go right in front of your bicycle
Dart the masses, skip a heartbeat
Scoot to miss a toddler without a leash
Just as you think you’re all thru the peril
There’s a running little baby sheik
Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun
Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas
The sweet perfume striding by on gracious feet
And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date
In this brick road that kisses your bare feet
Underneath all these cultural revolutions
The warmth I meet as I talk to people
Parallelled by no other place around
Pandemonium breaks loose as I watch
Who’s dancing? I can’t see past the crowd
Got no choice but to partake in the dancing in the street
Embracing people I’ll never see again