And still the music makes you
believe all men can change,
live out their dreams, perhaps,
achieve their hearts' desire.
The real world, we can see,
insistent on its own way,
charts its course persistently
against all dreamers may,
until a saxophone lifts up;
nothing seems beyond us
although, for sure, not easy,
- perhaps not even likely.
Yet still we reach for hope
he’ll - give up booze and
one night stands - to walk
with us down Baker Street.
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