Songwriters: Johnson, Jerry Scott; Mims, Kenneth Alan; Ward, Bryan Wayne;
In the morning, cold gray dawn
Shines through my window on my bedroom walls
Even in the light it's hard to see
Why no woman's sleeping next to me
Well, I best not lose myself
'Cause then I wouldn't have nobody else
To tell the things that a dreamer dreams
When he's down and life is being mean
Take a walk down Bleeker Street
(There's people down, it seems I'm not the only)
Trampled underneath the feet of lonely
If I wasn't such a comely man
It wouldn't be so hard to understand
Why every time I find someone
I wind up reeling from her smoking gun?
It gets hard to be myself
When I've got to keep my love on the shelf
'Cause even deserts need a little rain
To end the drought and wash away the pain
Take a walk down Bleeker Street
(There's people down, it seems I'm not the only)
Trampled underneath the feet of lonely
If I wasn't such a comely man
It wouldn't be so hard to understand
I've tried so hard but I can't see
Why no one waits at home for me
Spent time watchin' falling rain
Count the droplets on my window pane
Looking for a lover in the chilly wet
Rainy days are gone I haven't found her yet
I ain't hard to satisfy
No, I never been the kind to justify
If I deserve a little misery
Well, then I guess I'd better let it be
Take a walk down Bleeker Street
(There's people down, it seems I'm not the only)
Trampled underneath the feet of lonely
Well, if I wasn't such a comely man
It wouldn't be so hard to understand
I've tried so hard but I can't see
Why no one waits at home for me?
