Boulevard of broken dreamsjan garber i walk along the street of sorrowthe boulevard of broken dreams,where gigolo and gigolette,can take a kiss without regret.so they forget the broken dreams.you laugh tonight and cry tomorrowwhen you behold your scattered schemes,and gigolo and gigolette,wake up to find their eyes are wetwith tears that tell of broken dreams.here is where you'll always find me,always walking up and downbut i left my soul behind mein an old cathedral town.the joy that you find here you borrowyou can not keep it long it seems.but gigolo and gigolette,still sing a song and dance alongthe boulevard of broken dreams.from: lynncw@aol.com