Soap box preacher standing on a And all the people they gather round You speak of faith with a of glory But those that fear, wanna knock you down
Nobody knows where you Where do you go in the naked All of the prophets, they before you They can hear your cry
you're out there in the night all alone When staring in the light at the end of the road
In those proud shoes, coming on up the In those shoes, walks all over the sky Then he tipped his hat just like Don And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
a bugle blowing in the misty morning What a haunting sound over Times Heard of the ghost of 52nd Looked out the door but no one was
Out in the cold Harlem I went searching for minstrel man Played me a song to the pain the Salvation Army Band
When you're out there on the dark all When you're in the park at the end of the road
In proud shoes, coming on up the alley In those proud shoes, walks all the sky Then he tipped his hat just like Don And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
In the neon wilderness and the 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 he tipped his hat just like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture, don't let the pass you by let it pass you by Ooh, don't let it you by"