Uptown, the street's in a calming way And outside is warm as a bed with a maid And I find it's all our waves and raves That makes the days go on this way I heard the sad sound of words Spoken from the beak of a wise old bird Uptown, the streets are kept afloat A girl never leaves me alone He means well, saying, I've got stories of wine, superb And of course my childhood, forks and knives And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again