Tilting at windmills on a downtown street Oh, the big gray landscape has lost its sheep She wears a tight smile as she's walking the beat Looking for a little fame This ain't no Oliver Twist...no Mister Brownlow here She gathers enough spare change to get Something to eat She takes emeralds and ecstasy on a journey that's Miles and miles away from danger She just wants to be happy now Chorus: She's living on the street Flowers in the concrete What a beautiful beat Flowers in the concrete Walking on lines of poetry She's a Shakesperian tragedy Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians There's always somebody on the run Trying to get away from that danger She's just trying to get away from The stranger Chorus She dances on the pavement Likes she's the only one Who's a stranger In a cloudburst she starts to cry You have to do the weirdest things just to stay alive I'm going down to meet my fate at the 'Jesus Saves Sign' Maybe get lucky...maybe find my smile, yeah Chorus