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(Leo Sayer/David Courtney) |
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Jeanette was a dancer |
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I suppose I knew her well |
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Her feet danced miracles |
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I was lost within her spell |
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Jeanette knew a singer |
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Was the leader of some band |
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Looked just like a boy |
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And stood just like a man |
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And it rains all down the avenue |
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Yes it rains all down the avenue |
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Just for you |
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Just for you |
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Just for you boy |
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Just for you |
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The kids in the back street cry |
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You hear their voices in your brain |
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The world is full of hungry souls |
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Behind the window panes |
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Little Jenny on the high wire |
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Slow motion as she fell |
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Sometimes I think the wire is me |
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The tragedy as well |
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And it rains all down the avenue |
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Oh yes it rains all down the avenue |
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It rains all down the avenue |
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Just for you |
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Just for you |
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Just for you boy |
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Just for you |
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Just for you boy |
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Just for you |
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[Solo] |
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I work on the west side |
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Jeanette I pulled your strings |
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I stood upon the pavement |
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I never owned a thing |
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And still I am the singer |
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I know my song so well |
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The rain falls through my eyes |
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And lands below the shell |
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And it rains all down the avenue |
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Yes it rains all down the avenue |
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Oh yes it rains all down the avenue |
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Just for you boy |
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Just for you |
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Just for you boy |
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Just for you |
