Boulevard
I wait till evening shadows fall
And then pretend to see someone
Across the road to where I run
But the boulevard
It knows me well
It feels my sorrow
It feels my need
Yes the boulevard
It understands
Each passing stranger
Each change of speed
Boulevard
A place where people come and go
Where some of us will never show
How inwardly we seem to grow
Ah but the boulevard
It knows me well
It feels my sorrow
It feels my need
Yes the boulevard
It understands
Each passing stranger
Each change of speed, yes
