My footsteps are one
In the chorus of many that make up the city.
Through the keys jangling, babies crying and laughing
Lovers meeting and leaving each other
Dogs barking and walking and sitting and staying
People talking,
Sirens and saws,
Laughter I hear distant across the field.
My footsteps are one
In the chorus of many that make up the city.
Through the lights flashing red and blue,
Streetlights changing and flashing and filling and popping,
Cars swerving and driving and changing and breaking,
People are talking and laughing and singing
And music is playing.
My footsteps are one
In the chorus of many that make up the city.
The leaves are shifting and blowing and falling,
Doors are opening, swinging and closing,
And everywhere buildings are falling and going
Up in the air.
And my footsteps are but one
In the chorus of many that make up the city.
