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, [bad word] tomorrow 
to my window 
Brother Sparrow, [bad word] tomorrow 
to my window