Lyrics:
driving by
And they say, "Good try"
Tomorrow, Wendy you're going to die
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die
I told the priest
Don't count on any second
If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me, if I don't say hello (hello)
I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good
To know someone
And hungry eyes are passing by
On streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time
Make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by
Written by dewey bunnell and bill mumy, ©1984
Found on perspective.
Each time I call you I feel my heart beat
I want to be there walkin' up
If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me, if I don't say hello (hello)
I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good
To know someone
The streets're dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
You go to bed each night
We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it
I don't ever think about tomorrow
Whether or why is all on another day
And I think it's been said by somebody up ahead
The older guys tell me what
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
Pretty woman walkin' down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could
That's what it's like to be lonesome
I know cause I'm a mighty lonesome guy
The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
You think
tomorrow
Oh, London calls me a stranger
A traveler
Oh oh, oh, oh oh
And this is now my home, my home
Oh oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh oh,
Blue trail of sorrow
Lies upon the ground
And I get so lonely
Since you let me down
Well, I used to be so happy
Walkin' on these streets
Now there's
tomorrow
Oh, London calls me a stranger
A traveler
Oh oh, oh, oh oh
And this is now my home, my home
Oh oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh oh,
tomorrow (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
is what I tell myself as I stumble home
Derelict across the street in the garbage bin
Looks like he's found something neat judging by his grin
Such
tomorrow (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street
If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say hello (say hello)
I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good
To know
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
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