I walked from Prague to Dusseldorf, 

from Germany to France

To earn a little extra there I learned to dance

And I’d dance with anyone, anyone who paid

The lean the mean the cruel and those of arbitrary ways

And in an arrondissement numberless I found I’d passed the test

No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain

No weeping in the rain


I only do what I do

Won’t wish upon distant stars

Or weep over photographs

I walk on frozen water


Now I dream of America, remember nearly not a thing

I have the word “America” inscribed upon a ring

And wear it on my finger like a signpost and someday

I’ll take the boat to Liverpool to New York and California

I hear the ocean’s loud enough to swallow up your song

Without whom…nothing!

No weeping in the rain, no weeping in the rain


I’ll only do what I do

Won’t wish upon distant stars

Or weep over photographs

I’ll walk on frozen water


I’ll only do what I do

Won’t wish upon distant stars

Or weep over photographs

Of what might have been ours


People will go when they go

Why you may never know

Until then by the grace of God

I’ll walk on frozen water