Looking for a street where the wind don't blow You pull your collar up, bottle up and go Keep your conscience clear of an envious bag You know I hate to hear it when you say that it's a drag Please give me shelter from the rumbling storm I'm out here on the street, can't find no peace at home A microphone to help the old singer carry on A tangled web is spun in the haunted house of song Out of a window, a horn would beck and call Every true believer doubting Thomas and Saint Paul Saying please give us shelter from the coming storm There not listening on the street, can't find no peace at home, oh, no Nosy Nostradamus puts himself in every place An architect of ruins with a smile upon his face Can't say nothing till formless words appear The crowd begins to sing, and their voice is fairly clear Please give us shelter from the rumbling storm There's nothing on the street, can't find no peace at home, oh, no You can look for a street where the wind don't blow Or turn your collar up Bottle up and go You can look for a street where the wind don't blow Or pull your collar up Bottle up and goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
