On the street where I lived . . .

I have often walked ridden my bike down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before;
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live I lived;

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No it’s just on the street where you live I lived;

And oh the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near I was here;
The overpowering feeling
That any second you my 12-year-old self may suddenly appear;

People stop and stare; they don’t bother me
For there’s nowhere else on earth that I would rather be;
Let the time go by, I won’t care
If I can be here on the street where you live I lived.

(My Fair Lady — On the Street Where You Live)

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