Uptown, the street's in a calming way   And outside is warm as a bed with a maid   And I find it's all our waves and raves   That makes the days go on this way      I heard the sad sound of words   Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird   Uptown, the streets are kept afloat   And that girl never leaves me alone      He means well, saying,   I've got stories of wine, superb   And of course my childhood, forks and knives   And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again