Lyric This Street

(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