Marshall Crenshaw - This Street - Текст песни

(M. Crenshaw) 

    

  Music and screams on this street of twisted dreams 

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

Baby let's keep walking 

Pretend I'm a king and you're a queen 

this is our paradee and it goes on endlessly 

And then it's 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 didn't see you there 

Baby take hold of my hand 

It's like a surreal dream in three dimension(s) 

Always pay attention out here on this street 

When I'm 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 

Won't you come on down with me 

Can't find any place where I'd rather be 

This street 

Hope my luck is still secure 

Never know what's waiting by the door 

Come take my hand 

It's like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly 

It's really not so bad, you see 

to live on this street