This Street — текст песни (Marshall Crenshaw)

(m. crenshaw)



Music and screams on this street of twisted dreams

People staring (into space) and talking (to themselves, get it? )

Baby lets keep walking

Pretend Im a king and youre a queen

This is our paradee and it goes on endlessly

And then its not so bad, you see, to live

On this street

I turn my eyes to the passing scene

Old and young and in between

Driven along by the pounding beat

All hurrying by

Down this street

Sorry ole man well I guess I didnt see you there

Baby take hold of my hand

Its like a surreal dream in three dimension(s)

Always pay attention out here on this street

When Im restless for no reason or rhyme

I wander away from time to time

The roar of my wheels always sounds so sweet

But I hurry back to this street

This street

Wont you come on down with me

Cant find any place where Id rather be

This street

Hope my luck is still secure

Never know whats waiting by the door

Come take my hand

Its like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly

Its really not so bad, you see

To live on this street