Salvador - Beverley Knight

In the corner of the city

There’s this vibrant little kid

Loves to sing and play his air guitar

In the way that I once did

He has all the world’s ambition

But he lives on borrowed time

With his terminal condition, he’ll be gone before he’s nine

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind may blow

Which way the wind may blow

In the corner of the city

There’s a man in lonely plight

So-called friends no longer visit

Family stay out of sight

See, he used to be a doctor

But his illness is full-blown

Now the very folk whose lives he saved refuse to help his own

Salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador

Salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind may blow

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind may blow

What 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 do

You will find that a higher hand will judge you too

I want you to understand

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind may blow

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind will blow

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind will blow

Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers

You begin to see faces that you know

They could be you and me, you never know

Which way the wind will blow