La Strada - Shapes In The Sky lyrics

The beggar king twists his story Into glory after glory Telling tales to strangers Dying for category He straggles through the city With a burning cigarette Opening red doors The lucky man is dying to forget. Red lights on broadway avenue There's a chalk man on the scene It could have been a fun day But he flew to be a king His mind a toll booth he couldn't pay fee So many open doors it hurt to see Across the burning ocean Arabian sands are pearl white With the dreams of the dying Wishing their brothers to the light Wind blows quiet when man is sleeping Once he arises the fire burns again An azure dusk in december The month of the 'remember' Overlooking pacific way And wanting fly away Is like a blue eve in brooklyn By a busy intersection Struck by a magnetic direction That left me spinning When there is nothing but cold dirt and sky There's nothing to live for but shapes in the sky There's an arrow across the river Life is for the living Are you going to stand and follow it?