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 very 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.