Soap box preacher on a corner And all the they would gather round You speak of faith with a of glory But those that fear, they wanna knock you
Nobody where you live Where do you go in the naked All of the prophets, come before you can hear your lonesome cry
When you're out in the night all alone When you're in the light at the end of the road
In those shoes, coming on up the alley In those shoes, walks all over the sky Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
Heard a blowing in the misty morning What a haunting sound over Times Heard of the ghost of Street Looked out the but no one was there
Out in the cold rain I went searching for this man Played me a song to ease the With the Salvation Band
you're out there on the dark all alone When sleeping in the park at the end of the road
In those proud shoes, coming on up the In those proud shoes, all over the sky Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
In the wilderness and the asphalt jungle He carries his of passion the wreckage and the rumble
In those proud shoes, coming on up the In proud shoes, walks all over the sky Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture, don't let the rapture you by Don't let it you by Ooh, don't let it you by"