Tom Wilson - Bleecker Street lyrics

[Verse 1] Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep [Verse 2] Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleecker Street [Verse 3] A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleecker Street [Verse 4] I heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustaining It's a long road to Canaan On Bleecker Street [Outro] Bleecker Street