Marshall Crenshaw - This Street Lyrics
(m. crenshaw)Music and screams on this street of twisted dreamsPeople staring (into space) and talking (to themselves, get it? )Baby lets keep walkingPretend Im a king and youre a queenThis is our paradee and it goes on endlesslyAnd then its not so bad, you see, to liveOn this streetI turn my eyes to the passing sceneOld and young and in betweenDriven along by the pounding beatAll hurrying byDown this streetSorry ole man well I guess I didnt see you thereBaby take hold of my handIts like a surreal dream in three dimension(s)Always pay attention out here on this streetWhen Im restless for no reason or rhymeI wander away from time to timeThe roar of my wheels always sounds so sweetBut I hurry back to this streetThis streetWont you come on down with meCant find any place where Id rather beThis streetHope my luck is still secureNever know whats waiting by the doorCome take my handIts like a surreal dream and it goes on endlesslyIts really not so bad, you seeTo live on this street
