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
