♪ ♪ Walk along the streets, they are so grey ♪ The old man has nothing more to say Children in the park say you're not there But I know you're really everywhere I'll be there at the snap of your finger I'll be there, give me your hand ♪ Distant sounds are calling out your name Ears are cornered, listening to the same Children for a lock have curled their hair The old man just sits alone and stares I'll be there at the snap of your finger I'll be there, give me your hand ♪ ♪ ♪ His mind relates the children to his past Wondering why his life has been so cast Take the chance of using the idea Waiting for the heaviness to clear I'll be there at the snap of your finger I'll be there, give me your hand ♪