Tin Pan Alley

Just across from my old street

There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley

Where I’ve wandered many nights

First went many moons ago

As I walk amongst it’s ruins

Among it’s broken battered brickwork

Standing proud in pouring rain

Against any punch drunk sky

I do roam I do roam

Welcoming the wee small hours

My reflection in the windows

Shadows cast on cobblestone

I do roam I do roam

In your footsteps smoking in the cold

The air we breathe has been tainted

But clinging to the leaves those songs of old

Just across from my old street

There’s a place called Tin Pan Alley

It’s where many souls still dwell

Remnants of the last great scene

I met a man there on the corner

Picking flowers by the roadside

He said he was a household name

During the last days of Rome

Them a voice come from the cover

Brother I’ve one arm as long as the other won’t you tell me

Should I repent all of my sins

For I grow old I grow old

I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

Give me your hand

And dance with me again

Before I go

Let us roam, let us roam

Welcoming the wee small hours

Our reflections in the window

Shadows cast on cobblestone

Let us roam let us roam

In their footsteps smoking in the cold

The air we breathe has been tainted

But clinging to the leaves those songs of old