Lyrics Tom Cochrane – Flowers In The Concrete

Tilting at windmills on a downtown street
O the big grey landscape has lost its sheep
She wears a tight smile as she’s walking the beat
Looking for a little fame

Chorus:
She’s living on the street
Flowers in the concrete
What a beautiful beat
Flowers in the concrete

Walking on lines of poetry
She’s a shakesperian tragedy
Between the beatniks the bums and the bohemians
There’s always somebody on the run
Trying to get away from that danger
She’s just trying to get away from
The stranger

Chorus

She dances on the pavement
Likes she’s the only one
Who’s a stranger

In a cloudburst she starts to cry
You have to do the weirdest things just to
stay alive
I’m going down to meet my fate at the

Chorus