Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent I head a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan
[00:43.09]Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank [00:48.14]Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street [00:56.67]Fills the alleys where men sleep [01:01.46]Hides the shepherd from the sheep [01:16.17]Voices leaking from a sad cafe [01:20.73]Smiling faces try to understand [01:29.21]I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand [01:34.48][02:07.17][02:39.96]On Bleeker Street [01:48.50]A poet reads his crooked rhyme [01:53.47]Holy, holy is his sacrament [02:02.04]Thirty dollars pays your rent [02:21.51]I head a church bell softly chime [02:26.24]In a melody sustainin' [02:34.96]It's a long road to Caanan
