She puts on her lipstick as she crosses the street
Where she's going, I don't know
Maybe to the mall maybe to a show
She'll be on time
She's looking fine
She's looking outta sight from my balcony
Where I'll go, oh I know, I'm staying here
For the time being
Time is a tick-tock away from now
And I don't wanna tick or talk
They cross the street diagonally
A group of hip-cats parading
Smoking, talking, singing, dancing
It looks like a good time
It looks like a great ol' time
It looks like a good ol' great ol' time from up here
I watch the ashes fall to the street
Where they'll go, I don't know
Maybe to the sewers down below
Maybe to the birds maybe to and fro
They're flying free, they're flying free
They're flying free just like me
I just wanna sit here and walk
In my adventurous mind
I can keep it moving without really moving
As long as the wind blows
As long as the wind is blowing
As long as the wind keeps blowing I can be still
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