Flowers in the Concrete

Tilting at windows on a downtown street
Oh the big grey landscape has lost its sheep
She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat
And looking for a little fame

This ain't Oliver Twist, no Mr. Brownlow here
She gathers enough spare change to get something to eat
She takes emeralds and ecstasy
On a journey miles and miles away from danger
She just wants to be happy

She's living on the street
Flowers in the concrete
What a beautiful beat
Flowers in the concrete

Walking on lines of poetry
She is a Shakespearean tragedy
Between the beatniks the bums and the Bohemians
There's always somebody on the run from 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

She dances on the pavement
Like she's the only one
Who's a stranger

And 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 by the "Jesus Saves" sign
Maybe get lucky, maybe find my smile