Night Streets - Chick Corea & Return to Forever

The city feels clean this time of night Just empty streets and me walking home To clear my head, I know it came as no surprise I'm affected more than I had guessed by what was said If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see It's broken If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see Oh, it's broken It's a quiet time before the dawn And I'm half past making sense of it Was I wrong? Should I think to give it all In a world where not much ever seems To last long? If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see It's broken If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see Oh, it's broken If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see It's broken If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see It's broken If this love's not meant to be If a heart's not ready to open If the naked eye won't see Oh, it's broken Oh, it's broken Oh, it's broken

The city feels clean this time of night just Empty streets And me walking home to clear my head. I know it came as no surprise I'm affected more than I had guessed on what was said If the smile's not meant to be, If the heart's not ready to open If we make it I won't see it's If the smile's not meant to be, If the heart's not ready to open If We make it I won't see how it's broken It's the quiet time before the dawn and I'm half past making sense of it, was I wrong? Should I claim to give it all? In a world where not much ever seems to last long If the smile's not meant to be, If the heart's not ready to open If we make it I won't see it's broken If the smile's not meant to be If the heart's not Ready to open if we make it I won't See how it's broken How it's broken How it's broken How it's broken If the smile's not meant to be If the heart's not ready to open If we make it I won't see it's broken If the smile's not meant to be, If the heart's not ready to open If We make it I won't see how it's broken How it's broken How it's broken

Streets Of London Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, With his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags. In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea lasts an hour Then he wanders home alone *So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and walk you through The streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen the old man Outside the Seaman's Mission Memory fading with the medals that he wears In our winter city, The rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world that doesn't care