Lyrics:
You belong to me
Clingin' on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping
feet
Rinsed out here, these empty streets
Everybody that I meet
Touch my life make me complete
Oh, I fell into something
I guess that's how I am
The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town
The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet
I gazed into the empty eyes of
People walking down busy streets
Their minds confused
Their lives abused trying to find reality
But it's Jesus that
Out on the edge of an empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way
I can't hit that border too soon
I can see the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Oh, something's
what I think
When I think about you
The streets are filled
With too many babies
Black air in a sky of blue
People pass by
No life in their eyes
There's a black cloud overhead that's me
And the poison ivy chokes the tree again it's me
I'm the filthy one on bourbon street you walk on by
Nobody on the road nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving
I love driving at night
to see the lights go by
city flashes shine outside
riding through the dark
crossing empty streets
while everyone sleeps
all
I was born by the railroad tracks
Well the train whistle wailed and I wailed right back
Well papa left mama when I was quite young
He said now
Station was empty
Trains were all gone
I reached in my pocket
Waited for dawn
The clock played drums
And I hummed the sax
And the wind whistled down
I drive through empty streets
Guided by northern lights
Of midnight distant dreams
Left on the backseat
I see you standing there
Outside the night
Empty streets
Watch the bustling cease
City's greatest panic
Is the city's greatest peace
Empty trains
Tranquil hurricane
We're such funny pieces
In
on football fields
The streets in the wind now
In a strange town
Sound like a hand that's tapping at my window pane
A silhouette out in the rain
An empty
rounds empty, back for the street fame
One love to my true thugs
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame (bust)
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street
It was down by Christ Church that I first met with
Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father had come from Dungannen
In the street where we live there's a place called desire.
There's a stone-cold intrusion of mad man's fire,
But he leaves when the lust and desire
home"
Lonely princess, all the days out on your own
Are growing empty
Nothin' is goin' well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
All is quiet empty streets
All is quiet the city sleeps
Close my eyes
On my knees
And time is passing me by
Time is passing me by
I can't
Northern winds will cut you
Northern girls will gut you
Leave you cold and empty
Like a fish on the slab
She is like a snow goose
Pale
you’ll find
When you wonder what’s up
With your half empty cup
Say tell him “don’t give up,
“Reach for the stars”
You think you’re so street wise
home"
Lonely princess, all the days out on your own
Are growing empty
Nothin' is goin' well
If you could only tell them how you feel
They're too
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