Lyrics:
A car goes by and I see your face
A strangers face in the window
And I wish it was you
I'm in a room
Its a crowded room
A friend walks up to say
Sometimes late at night
When the shadows made by street lamps
Cast a darkened silver light
You'll drift into my mind
Reminding me of all I've
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying
Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
you see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Well honey I'm just tryin' to make some sense
Outta' me
I left a lot
of kisses on a summer's day
That's all she left you when she went away
Now, you pay!
By walking streets, you'll never know
When the night comes
Sitting
And the kids are gone but their souls remain
Zephyr and I sort out our long-term memories
"Do you remember," he says, "the 1970's?"
This was a youth mall
And some moving faster,
But that's all that I wanted, I wanted.
You know it's hard
It's passing by
Memories
Be out all night
To reminisce wont bring
do a drive by, and see if you're home
Now there's a fine, fine line between a memory
And something any shrink would call an injury
But it's not over
along (all along)
Let your mind keep you strong
It's too late you're long gone
It's too late we're undone
I find you all by yourself on the street
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying
Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
Howls and dies, never fall for defeat
Take a trip to reprieve
Every hour they leave
From Killermont Street
Drink a drink to before
And our memories spill
I been like Deion for eons
You ain't nothing but a biatch
Messed around and let me read up
I come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube,
a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance
Don't cry young lovers whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my
gone
And you'll have memories
You'll find hard to ignore
'Cause after all
I'll see you sometime maybe
When I can't recall
How you drove me crazy
still stuck on 2nd Street
Stuck on 2nd Street
Stop by and see me anytime you want
I am always here
In the shadows of the night
Livin' the darkest
Of a thousand hands
When I'm drunk with the music
From a thousand bands
A thousand bands
I'll dance the streets by moonlight
And the fields by day
below cats are howlin'
It's a family affair
They're selling vegetables on Broadway
A man is runnin' for the train
Strollin' down 42nd Street
On our
got burned out by the game
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was
Back in '52 when he played for Hank
And I'm watching the sun
Go
of change
Mm
Walking down the street
And distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind
We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down
ON MY INSIDE BICEP RIGHT SHIRT SLEEVE
WE LET MY POCKET KNIFE TELL THE WORLD WHcT WE THINK
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