Which way the wind blows it matters not to me I take my chances light I'll be what must be When I take your hand I'll know what you could mean to me I may not dine in palaces with an angel on my shoulder but when I walk these streets these streets belong to me It wasn't always so that I should feel so free down the road I go this lover's life for me When I take your hand I'll know what you and I could be I may not dine in palaces with an angel on my shoulder but when I walk these streets these streets belong to me When rebel days are gone and old lovers leave the field does heartache linger on will nothing be revealed When I take your hand I'll know if this is what I'll see I may not dine in palaces with an angel on my shoulder but when I walk these streets these streets belong to me