I walk along the street of sorrow,
the boulevard of broken dreams,
Where gigolo and gigolette
can
steal a kiss without regret
so they forget their broken dreams.
You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
when you behold your shattered dreams.
And gigolo and gigolette
awake to find their eyes are wet
with tears that tell of broken dreams.
That 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.