Uptown, the street´s in a calming way
And outside is warm as a bed with a maid
And I find it´s all our waves and rays
That makes the days go on this way

I heard the sad sound of words
Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird
Uptown, the streets are kept afloat
Our ground never leaves me alone

He means well, saying
I´ve got stories of wine, superb
And of course my childhood, forks and knives
And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again