Voices in the street,
footsteps on the concrete
Guess I hear just every sound
on the ground
From my window view,
I know a color blue,
that can bite so very hard,
the day apart
Picture fresh as water clear,
days have pa**ed without you here
Street lights dancing on the dark
across the park
Waiting for a word from you,
waiting for a sign or two
Footsteps on the city ground,
you know the sound
Brother Sparrow,
come tomorrow
to my window
Brother Sparrow,
come tomorrow
to my window