(Browne/Maitland)
Opens the show, the devil you know
You`re better off staying at home
High on the grass and the lebanese
Lying at home, what do you know
You`re better off hanging up the phone
There`s nobody there but the sound of the breeze
And you can`t deny there`s a world outside
With an earth and a moon and a sun in the sky
You might die trying but you might find
Love in the streets
There`s got to be love in the streets
There`s got to be love there for me
I`m tired of believing a broken dream
Ah yeah
There`s got to be love in the air
Before someone kicks out my chair
I`m through with believing there`s no-one there
It would make me feel alright
If you would take me out tonight
`Cause I`d just love to spend the summer in the streets
Faces that say you`re well on your way
You`ve only got to get through today
Something`s no good if it`s in your way
And lying at home is the devil you know
You`re better off hanging up the phone
There`s nobody there but the sound of the breeze
(bridge and chorus)