Gleaming silver sidewalks,
as the sun goes on down,
I walk alone feeling blue,
through the streets of town.

A beat forming in my mind,
as traffic chugs right along,
chiming railroad crossing,
adding to the cities song.

Mood improving as I stroll,
the bridges seams lay down a beat,
my head bobbing up and down,
this music is such a treat.

A little swagger in my step,
I do a spin through puddles, splash,
cement truck grinding round,
manhole cover like cymbal's crash.

The music's there all the time,
you just have to choose to see,
and when you do, you will find,
it will set your spirit free.