Voices in the street, footsteps on the concrete, Guess I hear just every sound on the ground
From my window view, I know a color blue, that can bite so hard, the day apart
Picture fresh as water clear, days have passed without you here, street lights dancing on the dark, across the park
Waiting for a word from you, waiting for a sign or two, footsteps on the city ground, you know the sound
Brother Sparrow, come tomorrow to my window
Brother Sparrow, come tomorrow to my window