Soap box preacher

Standing on the corner

And all the people they would

Gather round

You speak of faith

With a blaze of glory

But those that fear they wanna

Knock you down



Nobody knows

Where you live

Where do you go in the

Naked night

All of the prophets

That come before you

They can hear your lonesome cry



When you're out there in the night

All alone

When you're staring in the light

At the end of the road



In those

Proud shoes

Coming on up the alley in those

Proud shoes

Walks all over the sky

Then he tipped his hat

Just like Don Quixote and said

Don't let the rapture pass you by



Heard a bugle blowing

In the misty morning

What a haunting sound over

Times Square

Heard of the ghost

Of 52nd Street

Looked out the door

But no one was there



Out in the cold

Harlem rain

I went searching for this

Minstrel man

Played me a song

To ease the pain

With a Salvation

Army band



When you're out there on the dark

All alone

When you're sleeping in the park

At the end of the road



In those

Proud shoes

Coming on up the alley in those

Proud shoes

Walks all over the sky

Then he tipped his hat

Just like Don Quixote and said

Don't let the rapture pass you by



In the neon wilderness

And the ashphalt jungle

He carries his cross of passion

Through the wreckage and the rumble



In those

Proud shoes

Coming on up the alley in those

Proud shoes

Walks all over the sky

Then he tipped his hat

Just like Don Quixote and said

Don't let the rapture

Don't let the rapture pass you by



Don't let it pass you by

Ooh don't let it pass you by