This Street

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 parade 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 old 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 --- This Street - Marshall Crenshaw