Alleyways - Buskin from the borderline

…Buskin’ from the Borderline

Won’t mean a thing at all

You can take away my light of day

You can take away my only way

Take the land right from my fall….

But take ‘way passion and it won’t mean a thing at all

Take away my crowns and jewels

Brands n’ bar codes, blind me like a fool

You can line me up against the wall….

Assassinate my soul and it wont mean a thing at all

Make me carry all your burdens
Leave me wandering uncertain
Exiled, naked, snow and famine
But with my memories there’s still vision

Take away my shooting stars
Take away no matter how far
You can take away my fleeting hope
If you take my dreams away it wont mean a thing at all

Wont mean a thing at all