Nigel Ashcroft - Streets, a Christmas Story

They say you can tell a man by his shoes
Well don't that just make you a loser
When you've been walking the streets for days
And your soul's begun to fade

Christmas lights never out of sight
Oh you wonder where you'll sleep tonight
Another year over

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

There's only one way out of here
But your soul's already sold
When you've been walking the streets for days
But your tale's already told

People rush and pass you by
They don't look you in the eye
You're down on your luck now

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

I read my life in an old torn paperback
I drink my beer from a brown paper bag
I walk the streets
Of this lonely city

And as the snow falls down over the park
I watch the lights as they come on when it gets dark
I walk the streets
Of this lonely city

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

Written by:
Nigel Ashcroft

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