Piper sings down the street
traded in his flute for some strings
wondering what the morning brings
with his hop-scotch walk

going down to the store
picking up his old shoes
hard travelin hot foot blues
he's early, so he sits on the curb and he sings:

i don't know much about this crazy place
i keep waking up in
i don't know much except that it thrills me
as i sail with the wind-

paper skipping through the alley-
like a petal blown through the plains-
i don't know where i'm going
i just know that love awaits
for me
and you
while we sing down our blues

Piper's friends are two long shadows
that sing his strings the blues
from his wise old homely pa
he's carrying some late bad news

sinking on a white dove mattress
his wrinkled eyes seem new
his sweet smile slowly spreads
as his words swim throug:

don't let your tears soak through your mind
don't let your sadness sink your ship
disregard a darkness looming
stiffen up that prideful lip

El Dorado waits for me-
a paradise symphony
lurking in my every action
calling out in my dreams
for me...
you'll go there too
when you conquer your blues

hallow steps ring forlorn
lurking down lonely street
spark ignites burnin bush
as lover's eyes first meet

travelin' in twos, to share the blues
not so much to hold
singing songs with harmonies
till both their hearts grow old...

nothing sings quite a tune
like prophesy, fully fulfilled
incomplete souls reign free
white dove sings through loves hills

Piper grins as he looks down
at the sun made silhouettes
grinning back as his mind clears
suddenly it all makes sense
how them two
came to woo
she's got a shadow too