Hot Streets - Live 1978

Hot streets down below me
All the people moving slowly
As they search each other's faces
For a trace of hope
Concealed beneath their laughter
And it's only love they're after
Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mountains lie before me
Skies ahead are looking stormy
As the highway driver braces
For a race with time
To reach a destination
Of his own imagination

A child of the sky
A rider on the wind
I can fly
A prisoner of time
A dimensional crime
Lost am I

Summer stars above me
With a woman who can love me
And moonlight, swept embraces
Fill my space with joy and peace
The sweet vibrations
Of a lover's celebration