Текст песни Tom Cochrane - Flowers In The Concrete
Tom Cochrane - Flowers In The Concrete слова песни
Tilting at windmills on a downtown streetO the big grey landscape has lost its sheepShe wears a tight smile as she`s walking the beatLooking for a little fameThis ain`t no oliver twist - no mister brownlow hereShe gathers enough spare change to getSomething to eatShe takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that`sMiles and miles away from dangerShe just wants to be happy nowCHORUSShe`s living on the streetFlowers in the concreteWhat a beautiful beatFlowers in the concreteWalking on lines of poetryShe`s a shakesperian tragedyBetween the beatniks the bums and the bohemiansThere`s always somebody on the runTrying to get away from that dangerShe`s just trying to get away fromThe stranger CHORUSShe dances on the pavementLikes she`s the only oneWho`s a strangerIn a cloudburst she starts to cryYou have to do the weirdest things just tostay aliveI`m going down to meet my fate at theJesus saves signMaybe get lucky- maybe find my smile yeahCHORUS