Oh, the street sounds, oh, the street sounds,
What a lonesome sound, oh the street sounds.
(Chorus repeated all through)
Came to the city looking for action,
Life and a friendly face.
All I found was strain and confusion
People who can't stand the pace.
Here in the gloom of my ten by ten room
Aching for something to do
Millions of people all around
They got somewhere to go, haven't you?
At night-time I wander the streets of the city
Greeting the lights as good cheer,
Taking in everything that is happening
Careful to stifle the fear.
Sometimes I get high and when people walk by
I try not to let them know,
I try not to give the first advantage
To he who would cast the first stone.
And when folks at home write, "How are you doing",
I always answer, "fine".
"And if you ever hit the big city,
Call on me any old time".