Uptown, the street's in a calming waynAnd outside is warm as a bed with a matenAnd I find it's all our waves and raysnThat makes the days go on this waynnI heard the sad sound of wordsnSpoken from a beak of a wise old birdnUptown, the streets are kept afloatnOur ground never leaves me alonennHe means well, saying,nI've got stories of wine, superbnAnd of course my childhood, forks and knivesnAnd a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again