I woke up one morning, there was a parade
I was flinching at the sounds the bullhorn made
Tourists gathered round every street
Im running by on my bare feet
I meet up with you on the corner of main
Only coffee Im sippin is keeping me sane
A mans strummin his guitar, hes playing okay
We hear the sound round the corner, far away
Every ray of sun seems to shine on your face
People are scurrying all over the place
Youre not quite awake, but I guess thats okay.
When the clock chimes noon, itll feel like the end of the day
Why are all these people here?
Youre combing your hair, the window your mirror
Flocking here from far away
We take this town for granted, see it every day
Im focused on the flower in your hair
Its shining in the sun, I try not to stare
On the edge of town by the railroad tracks
Suns a comin up, flowing down our backs
Sitting on the corner, feelin the rhythm of the street
So close to the ground watching everybodys feet
Paul Simon says were feeling groovy
But the world is turning everyone is moving
Wish I could move back the hands on the clock
Times movin so fast, pray it will stop
I wish the day would never end
Living in the moment with my friend