Gene Pitney - Street Called Hope lyrics

Took a room in a house of gloom Somewhere I could hide my soul There I hoped to find a way to ease my mind Couldn't face the gloom tomorrow I sat until the hours of three or four Thinking doesn't help but seems I crept to bed and cried myself to sleep once more Then I had the wildest dream (Street called Hope) in a town named Freedom Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome That's where she opened the door of love When I awoke the following day Every doubt had left my mind My dream it taught me what the prophets say Those who seek will always find I ran down the stair and out in to the street Looking for the nearest phone We both said sorry and decided to meet To find ourselves a happy home You know we're looking for a street called Hope In a town name Freedom Where each clock is pointed to the hour of love Upon a street called Hope at the house of Welcome That's where she opened the door of love