Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I walk along the street of sorrow,
The boulevard of broken dreams,
Where gigolo and gigolette,
Can take a kiss without regret.
So they forget the broken dreams.
You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow,
When you behold your scattered schemes,
And gigolo and gigolette,
Wake up to find their eyes are wet,
With tears that tell of broken dreams.
Here is where you'll always find me,
Always walking up and down,
But I left my soul behind me,
In an old Cathedral town.
The joy that you find here you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette,
Still sing a song and dance along,
The boulevard of broken dreams.