Turned out of Caf?ologne as the sun came up the
cock was crowin' 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 Down the road I'm go - ing
down the road I'm go - ing (I paint)
I paint miracles on pavements, And don't expect no payment