(browne/maitland)



Opens the show, the devil you know

You're better off staying at home

High on the grass and the lebanese

Lying at home, what do you know

You're better off hanging up the phone

There's nobody there but the sound of the breeze



And you can't deny there's a world outside

With an earth and a moon and a sun in the sky

You might die trying but you might find

Love in the streets

There's got to be love in the streets

There's got to be love there for me

I'm tired of believing a broken dream

Ah yeah

There's got to be love in the air

Before someone kicks out my chair

I'm through with believing there's no-one there

It would make me feel alright

If you would take me out tonight

'Cause I'd just love to spend the summer in the streets



Faces that say you're well on your way

You've only got to get through today

Something's no good if it's in your way

And lying at home is the devil you know

You're better off hanging up the phone

There's nobody there but the sound of the breeze



(bridge and chorus)