Soap box preacher on a corner And all the people they would gather You speak of with a blaze of glory But that fear, they wanna knock you down
Nobody where you live Where do you go in the night? All of the prophets, they come you They can your lonesome cry
When you're out there in the all alone When you're 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 his hat just like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the pass you by"
Heard a bugle blowing in the morning What a haunting sound over Square Heard of the of 52nd Street out the door but no one was there
Out in the cold rain I went searching for minstrel man Played me a song to the pain With the Salvation Band
you're out there 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 proud shoes, walks all over the sky he tipped 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 of passion Through the wreckage and the
In those shoes, coming on up the alley In proud shoes, walks all over the sky Then he tipped his hat like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture, don't let the pass you by Don't let it you by Ooh, let it pass you by"