I sold my hopes On the street to a young man He had a map and a master plan Tied to his waist was a sword And tender were his words "Why do we all have ready feet?" I sold my hopes Cost me nothing to give them away But it sure meant something Something I found hard to display or recognise Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes I can't let that happen to you No, not for the life of me I'm barking up the street It only echoes back at me I intend to find that face I'll recognise What's that? Through the crowd I see him bow But it's me he sees right through