And with the new light  Goes every morning  I walk the same streets  The same every day  Passed by the people  Who go to the center  The lines of their cars  They look the same way  [chorus]  I look for a shelter  I go slipping away  I look for a shelter  And my time of day  To some quiet place  To find colours of joy  I look for a shelter  And this is my time  Dream of a child  A physical presence  How she does touch me  It stays in my soul  No use to deny  Existence of passion  There's no way to play it  Turn away from inside  [chorus]  To some quiet place  To find colours of joy  I look for a shelter  And this is my time  Stood by the statue  Stare out of the square  Watching the dreams that are many  Filled with a life of their own  A crippled young child  The pain of a short life  To bear curses of men  And the turning away  I walk the same streets  The same every day  I walk the same streets  The same every day  [chorus]  To some quiet place  To find colours of joy  I look for a shelter  This is my time