Like a leaf
caught in the wind,
he drifted a while
With no purpose or direction to his life
He tried to get himself together,
pacify his mind
And forget about the things he left behind
A crying woman,
standing helpless at his door
With
a two-month-old baby in her arms
His little black book
laying torn up on the
floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her
wrong A careless weekend
on the other side of town
Has torn the King of Oak Street's castle down
And all week long he's tried to call her
But she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain
He sits down
in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe
He's changed his
ways
With shaking hands
he deposits his last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time
And the sweetest voice he's ever heard says,
hello
Breakfast's almost ready, baby,
come on home
I've thought the whole thing over
And I think I understand
That the King of Oak Street's just an ordinary man
I've thought the whole thing over
And I think I understand
That the King of Oak Street's just an ordinary man