Voices in the street,
Footsteps on the concrete.
Guess I hear just every sound
On the ground.
From my window view,
I know a color blue,
That can bite so very hard
The day apart.
Picture fresh as water clear,
Days have passed without you here.
Street lights dancing on the dark
Across the park.
Waiting for a word from you,
Waiting for a sign or two.
Footsteps on the city ground,
You know the sound.
Brother sparrow,
Come tomorrow
To my window.
Brother sparrow,
Come tomorrow
To my window.