Soap box preacher on a corner And all the they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of But those that fear, they knock you down
Nobody knows you live do you go in the naked night? All of the prophets, they come you They can your lonesome cry
When out there in the night all alone When you're staring in the at the end of the road
In those shoes, coming on up the alley In those shoes, walks all over the sky Then he his hat just like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
Heard a bugle blowing in the misty What a haunting over Times Square Heard of the ghost of 52nd Looked out the door but no one was
Out in the cold Harlem I went for this minstrel man Played me a to ease the pain With the Salvation Army
When you're out on the dark all alone When you're sleeping in the at the end of the road
In those proud shoes, on up the alley In those proud shoes, walks all the sky Then he his hat just like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"
In the neon wilderness and the jungle He carries his cross of 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"