Soap box standing on a corner And all the people they gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of But those that fear, they wanna you down
knows where you live Where do you go in the night? All of the prophets, come before you They can hear your cry
When 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 like Don Quixote And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"
a bugle blowing in the misty morning What a sound over Times Square Heard of the ghost of Street Looked out the door but no one was
Out in the cold Harlem I went searching for 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 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 neon wilderness and the asphalt He his cross of passion the wreckage and the rumble
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, don't let the pass you by Don't let it you by Ooh, don't let it you by"