I was turned out of Cafe Cologne   As the sun came up the cock was crowing   And the ground kept swaying underneath my feet   All the drifters are Americans   Chasing dreams to Amsterdam   Stumbling briskly past me on the street   And I've got this feeling in my heart,   That it's time to raise the blinds and change the scene   And down the road I'm going      I paint miracles on pavements   And don't expect no payment   Unless of course the stranger's feeling kind   I've lived this way for years and years   And sometimes shed a madman's tears   But my head's bursting with life most of the time   And I've got this feeling in my heart   That it's time to raise the blinds and change the scene   And down the road I'm going