I've been raised in a street With no girls to meet I've been sitting by a table With no food to eat But theres a part of the city Where lights are pretty They make you turn your world around, In this same old town Oh lord I've been waiting For the rain to come I've been sitting in a rooftop Next to a dove, you can see from above I see a part of the city Where colors fly freely They never ever turn you down, In this same old town Every sidewalk has a mirror, Every corner has a room Every barroom as the drinking, That keeps me from dreaming of being with you Grab a cup of tea And feel free to join me I hope the colors do to you, And get in too, how they did on me Cause in this part of the city Your heart goes deeply You feel that all the sad is gone In this same old town Every sidewalk has a mirror, Every corner has a room Every barroom as the drinking, That keeps me from dreaming of being with you Every barroom as the drinking, That keeps me from dreaming of being with you