Written by：Leonard Bernstein/Lou Reed/Stephen Sondheim/Billy Childs/Larry Klein/JoAnn Kane Music Service/Andy Clausen Music

Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel

He looks out a window without glass

The walls are made of cardboard newspapers on his feet

His father beats him cause he's too tired to beg

He's got 9 brothers and sisters

They're brought up on their knees

It's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs

Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man

But that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard

He's going to end up on the dirty boulevard

He's going out to the dirty boulevard

He's going down to the dirty boulevard

There's a place for us

Somewhere a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us
Somewhere

There's a time for us

Someday there'll time for us

Time together and time to spare

Time to learn time to care

Someday somewhere somewhere

This room cost 2000 dollars a month

You can believe it man it's true

Somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants

No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything

They dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard

Give me your hungry your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
That's what the Statue of Bigotry says

Your poor huddled masses let's club 'em to death
And get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard

Get 'em out on the dirty boulevard

Going out to the dirty boulevard

They're going down on the dirty boulevard

Going out

There's a place for us

Somewhere a place for us

Hold my hand and we're half way there

Hold my hand and I'll take you there

Someday somewhere

We'll find a new way of living

Will find there's a way of forgiving

Somewhere

Outside it's a bright night

There's an opera at Lincoln Center
Movie stars arrive by limousine

The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan

But the lights are out on the Mean Streets

A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
He's selling plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to 39th street
The TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck

And back at the Wilshire Pedro sits there dreaming

He's found a book on magic in a garbage can

He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling

At the count of 3 he says I hope I can disappear
And fly fly away from this dirty boulevard

I want to fly from dirty boulevard

I want to fly from dirty boulevard

I want to fly fly fly fly from dirty boulevard

There's a place for us

Somewhere a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us
Somewhere

There's a time for us

Someday there'll time for us

Time together and time to spare

Time to learn time to care

Someday somewhere somewhere

I want to fly away

Somewhere

I want to fly

Somewhere

Fly fly away

Somewhere

Fly fly away
Somewhere

Fly away

Somewhere

Fly fly away

Somewhere

I want to fly

Somewhere