Which way the wind blows
it matters not to me
I take my chances light
I'll be what must be
When I take your hand I'll know
what you could mean to me
I may not dine in palaces
with an angel on my shoulder
but when I walk these streets
these streets belong to me
It wasn't always so
that I should feel so free
down the road I go
this lover's life for me
When I take your hand I'll know
what you and I could be
I may not dine in palaces
with an angel on my shoulder
but when I walk these streets
these streets belong to me
When rebel days are gone
and old lovers leave the field
does heartache linger on
will nothing be revealed
When I take your hand I'll know
if this is what I'll see
I may not dine in palaces
with an angel on my shoulder
but when I walk these streets
these streets belong to me