2-Act
(t/m: Tor Erik Berge)

Take a look and see that middle aged woman
Who is walking past your window every day
Have you ever thought about what she does for a living
That middle aged woman you see there every day

She just keep walking, walking the streets
With a funny dreaming kind of look
And a funny dreaming way to act

Check out the young boy who lives cross your street
Itís the same boy who used to play rock to the beat
Have you ever wondered why heís all alone these days
Have you noticed  the young boy doesnít go out no more

He just keep walking, walking the streets
With a funny dreaming kind of look
And a funny dreaming way to act

(munnspillsolo et halvt vers)

Take a look at yourself deep in the mirror
Be honest and tell me what do you see

You just keep walking, walking the streets
With a funny dreaming kind of look
And a funny dreaming way to act

Have you seen the old man sitting in the park
Feeding little birds pieces of some dry bread
Have you ever thought about what he once was in life
Sitting there all alone while his experiences goes to waste

He just keep walking, walking the streets
With a funny dreaming kind of look
And a funny dreaming way to act

(overgang...)

We just keep walking, walking the streets
With a funny dreaming kind of look
And a funny dreaming way to act

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