Bleecker Street

Paul Simon

 Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
 Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
 Fills the alleys where men sleep
 Lies 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
 On Bleeker Street

 I head a church bell softly chime
 In a melody sustainin'
 It's a long road to Cainan
 On Bleeker Street
 Bleeker Street