Looking out at the heads of the people   Looking out from a window so high    Lost the shape and time of things    It's all a river just floating by    I guess I earned a raft that couldn't sink    Guess I learned about the missing link    ??? would forget to think    You are alone there's nobody to see    Swinging the blues is what ought to be    You are all alone there's nobody to see    Singing the blues is what ought to be    Walking the streets    And kicking your heels    Loving the way the sidewalk feels    There's a man in his forties passing you by    There's a lady in lace catches my eye    There's a melody in 3/4ths time    There's a rhythm here and it's all mine    Walking the streets    Kicking heels    Loving the way the sidewalk feels    Holding your hand, lord    I think I know    Feeling my way in the river of flow