(Crowe)



One of these streets

The city of dreams

Wakes anticipating

In the doorway I lean

On the corner of 44th & 9th

Ain't nothing to be seen



But this is where Lennie lives



The pain gets worse

But I ignore it

It don't really hurt if there ain't a pill for it

I see so many blackbirds

The end of it all

My luck's a baby sister

You gotta be responsible

You listen to her talking 'bout the colour of her hair

You gotta notice sooner or later

If it starts wearing thin



Charlie told me that he didn't understand

How I could do anything but sing with the band

I said Charlie

I still wear the scars from letting my emotions ride

Touring bar to bar

Something had to stop me

Something had to make me keep it in



I'm cheered by the thought

Of so much thinking

Sad song singers

Never depress me

So much to say she'd buy

Ten stories a day

He'd like wine with the west wind

If you are going that way



Everything new carries it's threat

I work myself open

I'm so deep in debt

I've stopped working

I'm waiting for the chains

Perspectives your cloud baby

Here comes the rain