I walk down the sidewalk Beside Powell Boulevard Past the men with 40 ouncers Passed out in the yard There's a boy of seven years Gazing at the sky With dreams of far-off places Wishing he could fly Away to join his father Wherever he may be They say he went back east Somewhere near New York City
And I think that I'm the luckiest guy On this planet so it seems The luckiest guy In a world of broken dreams
I heard a busker busking About all kinds of mournful things About a woman who had left him With two broken wedding rings I sat beside a man Heading home from far away He was talking on his phone And wishing for the day That he'd once more see his lover Who he left so far behind A life lived in the distance Was always on his mind
And I think that I'm the luckiest guy On this planet so it seems The luckiest guy In a world of broken dreams
'Cause when I walk thru the door There's a girl in front of me Her eyes are full of wonder It's a wonder just to be There's soup upon the table There's rice inside a bowl There's a magic lady With hair as black as coal She asks me how I'm doing She says she is alright She smiles and she asks me What I'd like to do tonight
And I think that I'm the luckiest guy On this planet so it seems The luckiest guy In a world of broken dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.