OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET words & music by Lenny Solomon

© 2001 L. Solomon

Birds fly over the ocean, flying far out to sea;

I understand the commotion, that caused all those feathers to flee;

The harbor can get so confusing,

The sands wash away everyday,

Conversation, no longer amusing;

I need, to find, a place, a time.

On the other side of the street, that’s where I long to be going.

My maker there I will meet, he’ll help with this load I am towing.

 

 

Sun sets over the canyon, sagebrush rolls down the streets;

Looking to find a companion, whose heart isn’t filled with defeat;

Cause livin’ that way, gets so heavy

Makes it so hard to see clear;

Those dues I just don’t want to levy

I need, to find, a place, a time.

On the other side of the street, that’s where I long to be going.

My maker there I will meet, he’ll help with this load I am towing.

 

 

Walking down this old highway, I hear the sounds of the past;

Images of the illusions, that slipped right out of my grasp;

Oh if I had awoke every morning,

If I’d opened my eyes every day,

I wouldn’t be standing here longing,

I need, to find, a place, a time.

On the other side of the street, that’s where I long to be going.

My maker there I will meet, he’ll help with this load I am towing.