These Streets
Cross the border,Into the big bad worldwhere it takes you 'bout an hourjust to cross the roadjust to stumble across another poor old soul fromThe dreary old lanes to the high-street madnessEye fight with my brain to believe my eyesand it's harder than you thinkto believe this sadnessthat creeps up my spineand haunts me through the nightand life is good and the girls are gorgeuossuddenly the air smells much greener nowand I'm wondering 'roundwith a half pack of cigarettessearching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for meI'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quayI'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know
where'd the days go? When all we did was playAnd the stress that we were under wasn't stress at alljust a run and a jump into a harmless fall fromwalking by a high-rise to a landmark squareyou see millions of people with millions of caresAnd I struggle to the train to make my way homeI look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good, and the sun is shiningEverybody flirts to their ideal placeAnd the children all smile as a boat shuffled by themTrying to pretend that they've got som space
These streets have too many names for meI'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quayI'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know
These streets have too many names for meI'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quayI'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know
Life is good, and the girls are gorgeoussuddenly the air smells much greener nowand I'm wondering 'roundwith a half pack of cigarettessearching for the change that I've lost somehow
These streets have too many names for meI'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quayI'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know
These streets have too many names for meI'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in our quayI'll get used to this eventuallyI know, I know