The crowd on the corner has disappeared
I miss the sound of their sweet voices
Harmonizing to the sounds
There are no words for
Young cats with old souls
Fond of the sound of their own voices
Harmonizing to some words
They liked the sound of
Shot full of soul
And hungry for touch
In the days of
Street corner Doo Wop
Walking along to find me some moon
And someone to sing my stories to
I knew the feeling long before
I knew the words
The difference between a need and a want
Memories of teenage love
And harmonizing to the things
Our dreams are made of
Shot full of soul
And hungry for touch
In the days of
Street corner Doo Wop