Beverley Knight: Salvador

In the corner of the cityThere's this vibrant little kidLoves to sing and play his air guitarIn the way that I once didHe has all the world's ambitionBut he lives on borrowed timeWith his terminal condition, he'll be gone before he's nineSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind may blowWhich way the wind may blowIn the corner of the cityThere's a man in lonely plightSo-called friends no longer visitFamily stay out of sightSee, he used to be a doctorBut his illness is full-blownNow the very folk whose lives he saved refuse to help his ownSalvador, Salvador, Salvador,SalvadorSalvador, Salvador, Salvador, SalvadorSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind may blowSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind may blowWhat you gonna do if it hits your street, hits your home?Ah hah, could you deal if you found you'd been disowned?Mmm-hmm Tell me, don't you be a judge of another's fate'Cause the day you doYou will find that a higher hand will judge you tooI want you to understandSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind may blowSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind will blowSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind will blowSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangersYou begin to see faces that you knowThey could be you and me, you never knowWhich way the wind will blow