There is a corner Somewhere off Broadway There was a story, never told I was the ears When the first time it opened 63 years, like dirty gold He sang like the angels heard him, oh God, tell me it's over This life on my shoulder Is killing my soul Bread crumbs on a lonely Street, they don't own me They're making me stone He spoke of the water His faith and his daughter His answers and questions of the war Said when he was younger His dreams were his heartland He can't find his way back anymore And then, like a prayer, he left me, oh God, tell me it's over This life on my shoulder Is killing my soul Bread crumbs on a lonely Street, they don't own me They're making me stone Somedays, I am restless For why? My best guess Is there's a message to impart I'll always remember More than an ember One lonely sailor in my heart A shout from the mouth, all I hear, oh God, tell me it's over This life on my shoulder Is killing my soul Bread crumbs on a lonely Street, they don't own me They're making me stone God, tell me it's over This life on my shoulder Is killing my soul, soul Bread crumbs on a lonely Street, they don't own me But they're making me stone, yeah