Somewhere (Dirty Blvd.) 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