(Robbie Seidman)
Producer for Bonnie: Desmond Child
The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old New York
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched
San Gennaro's festival
Masquerades in the dark...
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little Italy
The oceans and the years
That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are
And how weak they are...
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little Italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night
Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones...
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little ItalyGot this good feeling in me.
Now that everything's feeling clear inside.
Look around, that glow is real.
Silence felt so good,
Inside it lay so calm
Wind that blew some cold;
Now it feels a world away.
Not to try and just to be,
Someone truly special like you always were.
And when your time comes to work things out,
Your time will come to work things out when it flows
A passion came to me,
Warmth around, just like you found someone.
Alongside it walked with me,
Showed me to be grateful, for the way I am.
Came from deep inside.
Thoughts so real, just as the ground you're on.
Why do you want to try to be?
Look to yourself I think you'll find someone.
And when your time comes to work things out,
Your time will come to work things out when it flows.
It feels so close to me.