There’s too much wrist at the end of his coat Too much bitter at the back of his throat Too much winter coming after the fall To be walking the streets of St. Paul To be walking the streets of St. Paul
There’s too much makeup for the time of day Too much of high heel and way too much leg Too much of 14 underneath it all To be walking the streets of St. Paul To be walking the streets of St. Paul
Oh, see the little sparrow Who’s watching? Who’s watching? I see the little sparrow
Too much troubles for me to shake All this weather and blinding ache Makes my body feel sad and small Walking the streets of St. Paul Walking the streets of St. Paul