I dig the sound of the old street cars

Hooker's perfume and the shabby bars

That old cop who busted me

Never forgot my name



I dig the summer and the sticky sheets

The traffic and the litter and the jukebox beats

The night winds stir the old ghosts

And they haunt those less likely

They cry out loud and sound their warning

Your legends won't survive the morning light



They try

Back on the streets

Back on the streets



Now over in the corner stands Louie's Bar

The names have all been changed

And Louie's pictures in the frame

Back on the streets

He's in the hall of fame

So there you have your legends boy



Agnes lives alone on 42nd street

Badgered by a fat man's memory

Back on the streets

She won't get too far

Gettin' riddled in the dark



She cry's out loud and sounds a warning

Her memory won't survive the morning light



Oh but she tries

Back on the streets

Back on the streets



In a world that's sometimes cold

Where all is bought and sold

Like clothes we outgrow



Oh love is patient and it's kind

It never looks behind

Or changes its mind



Oh but they try

Back on the streets

Back on the streets

They die



Oh how they lie

Back on the streets

Back on the streets

Back on the streets they die

Oh how they try

Back on the streets

Back on the streets

They lie they lie they lie they lie