Streets Of The Soul

Streets Of The Soul

By Paul McCann

So what’s going on can you tell us

desert flowers blooming in the dust ,

bush fires burning all the houses down ,

no where to park anywhere in town

Tell you something between me and you ,

we need time to do what we can do .

then in the end it will  be all right .

Here on the streets of the soul tonight.

So won’t you tell me what going on ,

do it right you can  do no wrong..

Just take a walk down memory lane ,

turn around and  start over again.

The seasons come and the seasons go ,

fields of green will be covered in snow .

hear the sound of the that’s snow falling  ,

see the little birds gently calling  .

Living on the streets where old ghosts meet .

Here on these streets , it’s just oh so sweet .

Perfect strangers,  we’ll never get old ,

in a state of love , deep in the soul  .

Everything that we believe is true ,

keep believing in the things we do .

Going to places that we don’t choose,

nothing to win and nothing to loose .

Forever young , we’ll never get old

living here on the streets of the soul .

Long is the road that makes straight the path.

After the tears we’ll have the last laugh .

Nobody really knows where we are,

sometimes it seems that we’ve gone too far .

We’re here for a while and then we’re gone .

Walking home again to where we’re from .