Jarle Bernhoft - In the Street Where the World Pa**es Me By lyrics

I'm in the street where the world pa**es me by (going faster) Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong) In languages I can't dream of understanding Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date And we're representing everybody We just can't start no war Keeps me curious A wild seed in this well-groomed bed (growing faster) A firm oasis in the dry city renewal Americana cats... We are a part of everybody People pouring out of holes in walls and they go right in front of your bicycle Dart the ma**es, skip a heartbeat scoot to miss a toddler without a leash Just as you think you're all thru the peril, there's a running little baby sheik Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas The sweet perfume striding by on gracious feet And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date In this brick road that kisses your bare feet Underneath all these cultural revolutions The warmth I meet as I talk to people Parallelled by no other place around Pandemonium breaks loose as I watch Who's dancing? I can't see past the crowd Got no choice but to partake in the dancing in the street Embracing people I'll never see again