An act of kindness
Is something priceless
It's not so hard to find, in a buskers eye
In a buskers eye
There's no need to hide. There's no need to hide
We are all the same. We are all the same
In the morning sunshine
A figure walks by, and starts dancing to the beat
What a beautiful thing, what a beautiful thing
Singing in the street. Singing in the street
We are all the same. We are all the same