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 go