Wind of Change
Bee Gees
In the streets of New York City
Ev'ry man can feel the cold.
And I don't want no pity,
But I want my story told.
When the lights shine down on me,
They shine on the little boy.
Is this way to make him pay;
Be'ng born in a world of joy.
But like me
He don't know where he'll go wrong;
He won't cry so many tears
Till he finds out why he don't belong like me.
There's no room for us out there;
You can lose your hope and pride.
1 | I Started a Joke |
2 | Words |
3 | Massachusetts |
4 | Love You Inside Out |
5 | Ive Gotta Get a Message to You |
6 | Secret Love |
7 | In The Summer of His Years |
8 | Breakout |