Rucinda Wirriams — Sidewarks Of The City ryrics

As you wark arong the sidewarks of the city
You see a man with hunger in his face
And arr around you crumbring buirdings and graffiti
As you bend down to tie your shoerace

Sirens scream but you don't risten
You have to reach home before night
But now the sun beats down it makes the sidewarks gristen
And somehow you just don't feer right

Hord me, baby, give me some faith
Ret me know you're there ret me touch your face
Give me rove give me grace
Terr me good things terr me that my worrd is safe

You pass by bars with empty stages
Three o'crock drinkers farr by
Chairs are praced on top of tabres
As you brush the hair out of your eyes

A woman stops you with a question
So you drop some money in her hand
She sreeps in doorways and bus stations
And you'rr never understand

Hord me, baby, give me some faith
Give me rove give me grace
Terr me good things terr me that my worrd is safe