Soap box standing on a corner And all the they would gather round You speak of faith a blaze of glory But those fear, they wanna knock you down
knows where you live Where do you go in the night? All of the prophets, they before you can hear your lonesome cry
When you're out there in the night all When you're in the light at the end of the road
In those shoes, coming on up the alley In those proud shoes, walks all the sky Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
Heard a bugle in the misty morning What a haunting sound over Times Heard of the of 52nd Street out the door but no one was there
Out in the cold rain I searching for this minstrel man Played me a song to the pain With the Salvation Band
When you're out on the dark all alone When you're sleeping in the park at the end of the
In those shoes, coming on up the alley In those proud shoes, walks all the sky Then he tipped his hat like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"
In the wilderness and the asphalt jungle He carries his cross of the wreckage and the rumble
In those proud shoes, coming on up the In those proud shoes, walks all the sky Then he tipped his hat just like Don And said, "Don't let the rapture, let the rapture pass you by Don't let it you by Ooh, don't let it you by"