Boulevard - Peter Sarstedt

Boulevard

Lovely café home from home

Where I spend my afternoon

Hoping life will touch me soon

Boulevard

I wait till evening shadows fall

And then pretend to see someone

Across the road to where I run

But the boulevard

It knows me well

It feels my sorrow

It feels my need

Yes the boulevard

It understands

Each passing stranger

Each change of speed

Boulevard

A place where people come and go

Where some of us will never show

How inwardly we seem to grow

Ah but the boulevard

It knows me well

It feels my sorrow

It feels my need

Yes the boulevard

It understands

Each passing stranger

Each change of speed, yes

Boulevard

Lovely café home from home

Where I spend my afternoon

Hoping life will touch me soon

Boulevard