Somewhere (Dirty Blvd.)

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel

He looks out a window without glass

And the walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet

And his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg

He's got nine brothers and sisters, they're brought up on their knees

It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs

Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man

But that's a slim chance

He's going to the boulevard

He's gonna end up

On the dirty boulevard

He's goin' up

To the dirty boulevard

He's goin' down

To the dirty boulevard

There's a place for us

Somewhere, a place for us

Peace and quiet and open, there

Wait for us somewhere

There's a time for us

Someday, a time for us

Time together with time to spare

Time to learn, time to care

Someday

Somewhere

Someway

This room costs two thousand a month

You can believe it man, it's true

Somewhere, there's a landlord laughing till he wets his pants

No one dreams of being a doctor, or a lawyer, or anything

They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor, I'll piss on 'em

That's what the statue of bigotry says

Your poor, huddled masses, let's club 'em to death

And get it over with, yeah, and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Get 'em out

On the dirty boulevard

Goin' out to

That dirty boulevard

They're goin' down

On the dirty boulevard

Goin' out to

There's a place for us

Somewhere, a place for us

Hold my hand and we're halfway there

Hold my hand and I'll take you there

Someday, somewhere, we'll find a new way of living

And we'll find a way of forgiving

Somewhere

Outside, it's a bright night

There's an opera at Lincoln Center, movie stars arrive by limousine

The Klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan

But the lights are out on the mean streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel

He's selling plastic roses for a buck

The traffic's backed up to 39th Street

The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming

He's found a book on magic in a garbage can

He looks at the pictures and stares up at the cracked ceiling

At the count of three, he says, "I hope I can disappear and fly away"

From this dirty boulevard

I'm gonna fly

From this dirty boulevard

I'm gonna fly

From this dirty boulevard

I wanna fly, fly, fly

From this dirty boulevard

There's a place for us

Somewhere, a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us somewhere

There's a time for us

Someday, a time for us

Time together with time to spare

Time to learn, time to care

Somewhere, somehow, somewhere

I wanna fly away

(Somewhere)

I wanna fly

(Somewhere) Fly, fly away

(Somewhere)

Fly, fly away (Somewhere)

Fly away

(Somewhere) Fly, fly away

(Somewhere) I wanna fly

(Somewhere)