The Streets
Dave Baxter
I have found a sorrow
When i feel alone
I need to follow
In the distance i hear the pulse
Even with the lights gone out i know
The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on
Its bounding through the streets scattering the cold
The marching band, rolls on
We'll lead with the heart and let our heads follow
We'll leave all the plans to work themselves alone
I'm hearing the ways that i have left to go
Oh, you know its the sound that arrests my soul
The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on
Its marching through the streets scattering the cold
