Streetsinger sing and play along

He took the street alone, just an old coat and a saxophone.

An ol' beatup cardboard sign,

that's what his name was scrawled upon.

My name was up in lights;

his soul lit up the night.

A voice on a sidewalk stage,

he held the crowd amazed.

And the sounds that he played

were tender and strong,

then he sang

his song.

I can see the sun

peekin' out through them clouds.

I can hear a choir of sparrows

singin' out from them trees.

There's a new constellation

and I'm singin' it out loud.

A change is on the way.

I can feel it in me.

On a street in the heart of town,

a cold wind,

the sun goes down,

a crowd starts to gather 'round and he's singing for free.

A soul that can move the stars sleeps on sidewalks and subway cars.

The prince of the boulevard and he's down on his knees.

There was hope, joy and pain

in ev'ry refrain

when he sang his song again.

Now we all are sinners if we look inside ourselves.

And love can save the wretched

from life's own misery.

We are born in his goodness;

we can share in his wealth.

A change is on the wayayayay,

I can feel it for you.

And the street singer

showed me that life ain't fair.

Some people go far and some go nowhere.

Some live with love and some never do.

And a change is on the way.

I can feel it for you.

Change is on the way.

I can feel it for you.

Yes, a change

on the way.

I can feel it for you.

Yes, a change

on the way.

I can feel it for you.

Yes, a change

on the way.

I can feel it for you.

Yes, a change

on the way.

I can feel it.

I can feel it.

I can feel it for

you!