Looking away, is just an illusion
Turning my head, the other way
Walking by, trying to deny it
And moving on, I'm closing my eyes
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Roaming around, the streets of the town
Looking for food, looking for shelter
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Sitting in a the Greyhound home to Nashville
The burning sunset over the hills
You've gotta believe it's a beautiful country
I only wish I could share it with this kid
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Tailor Hill Station - A Kid On The Street (feat. Doug Seegers) Lyrics
Tailor Hill Station - A Kid On The Street (feat. Doug Seegers) Lyrics
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Looking away, is just an illusion
Turning my head, the other way
Walking by, trying to deny it
And moving on, I'm closing my eyes
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Roaming around, the streets of the town
Looking for food, looking for shelter
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Sitting in a the Greyhound home to Nashville
The burning sunset over the hills
You've gotta believe it's a beautiful country
I only wish I could share it with this kid
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Turning my head, the other way
Walking by, trying to deny it
And moving on, I'm closing my eyes
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Roaming around, the streets of the town
Looking for food, looking for shelter
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Sitting in a the Greyhound home to Nashville
The burning sunset over the hills
You've gotta believe it's a beautiful country
I only wish I could share it with this kid
And the kid on the street, a kid with no future
Full of despair, longing for love
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
These are the backstreets of the promised land
The home of the brave, the people I meet
The world is spinning around, in its orbit
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Never talking 'bout, the homeless kid on the street
Writer: Douglas Seegers, Peter Gunnebro
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp.
Performed By: Tailor Hill Station
Language: English
Length: 4:31
Written by: Douglas Seegers, Peter Gunnebro