Faith is the opposite of fear
I tell you this with confidence,
that comes from vast experience
in the art of being me.

I would never embellish this life.
I have no need to shine my miracles.
They reflect the light I need
for the art of being me.

Coney Island was all rides and sand.
Manhattan was just one big rock band.
I was twelve till I was thirty-three,
begged, borrowed and stole
till I found it for free.
Then I layed me down to sleep,
I asked the Lord my soul to keep.
He must have known the beds I'd make,
'cause this request He did not forsake.

Walk me down Mermaid Avenue at night.
Walk me down Mermaid Avenue at night.

Dark cannot put out the light,
yet light shined head on darkness,
I know from vast experience
will always part the sea.
And me and my words may not convince,
but, I’ll still shine my miracles.
They reflect the light I need,
for the art of being me.

Now I am grateful for old friends,
that time has brought around again.
They reflect the light I need,
for the art of being me.
And such a trip the way it passed,
I’m glad I know from the things that last.
They reflect the light I need,
for the art of being me.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I kiss my baby on the cheek.
She reflects the light I need,
for the art of being me.

Walk me down Mermaid Avenue at night.
Walk me down Mermaid Avenue at night.