I could tell you this, I could tell you that
But that's not where my head is at
If I told you it was never me
writing songs of poetry

It's the voices from the street of whom we hear but never meet
it's you and I and the big blue sky

At times I like to be all alone, Far away from the telephone,
Blinded by the big T.V., seduction and the silver screen.
It's the voices from the street of whom we hear but never meet
it's you and I and the big black sky
Born to live, Born to die.

I've never heard no angel sing, sing it to me
Cast your golden spell, make it all disappear
Never until now has it ever been so clear.