Tilting at windmills

On a downtown street

O the big grey landscape

Has lost its sheep

She wears a tight smile

As she ＇ s walking the beat

Looking for a little fame

This ain ＇ t no oliver twist

No mister brownlow here

She gathers enough spare change to get

Something to eat

She takes emeralds

And ecstasy on a journey that ＇ s

Miles and miles away from danger

She just wants to be happy now

She ＇ s living on the street

Flowers in the concrete

What a beautiful beat

Flowers in the concrete

Walking on lines of poetry

She ＇ s a shakesperian tragedy

Between the beatniks

The bums and the bohemians

There ＇ s always somebody on the run

Trying to get away from that danger

She ＇ s just trying to get away from

The stranger

She ＇ s living on the street

Flowers in the concrete

What a beautiful beat

Flowers in the concrete

Flowers in the concrete

She dances on the pavement

Likes she ＇ s the only one

Who ＇ s a stranger

In a cloudburst she starts to cry

You have to do

The weirdest things just to

Stay alive

I ＇ m going down

To meet my fate at the

Jesus saves sign

Maybe get lucky

Maybe find my smile

She ＇ s living on the street

Flowers in the concrete

What a beautiful beat

Flowers in the concrete

Flowers in the concrete

Flowers in the concrete

Flowers in the concrete

Flowers in the concrete