Toreador In The Rain

Sad little boy of the street Hands of a thief With the mind of a dreamer Dodging the puddles with feet Of a torero in an Arena Sings an old Andalucian song Dancing along Using his dirty red coat as a cape Rain thundering down Sounds like the applause from Hundreds of people He feels free as the wind Free as the swifts Around the cathedral Kneels to acknowledge his fame Forgets all his pain Little Toreador in the Rain Bathed in a Rainbow of Pink Purple and Blue outside La Mo