Brother Sparrow

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, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Come tomorrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh

To my window, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Brother Sparrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Come tomorrow, whoa-oh-oh-oh

To my window, whoa-oh-oh-oh