[00:43.09]Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank[00:48.14]Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street[00:56.67]Fills the alleys where men sleep[01:01.46]Hides the shepherd from the sheep[01:16.17]Voices leaking from a sad cafe[01:20.73]Smiling faces try to understand[01:29.21]I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand[01:34.48][02:07.17][02:39.96]On Bleeker Street[01:48.50]A poet reads his crooked rhyme[01:53.47]Holy, holy is his sacrament[02:02.04]Thirty dollars pays your rent[02:21.51]I head a church bell softly chime[02:26.24]In a melody sustainin'[02:34.96]It's a long road to Caanan