I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three

Recently Mama's cryin all the time is it because of me

Or my younger sister, even Dad was weeping when he kissed her

Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her

Since we moved away from the house where we useta play

They say I'll understand one day, but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it

How'd it get to be so crowded

I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain

And I can't escape the feelin', meybe I'm to blame

So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, whishing' they were kissin'

This feels like extradition or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile

So I make pretend cups of coffe in her favourite style

She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack

Bus she know I want my Dad, I want my family back



I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three

Couldn't gauge when tot quit so my wife quit me

Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end

But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend

Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic

Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jackshit

Wanted to make the cash Quik so I useta work real late

Bad sex, My woman's vex, even if I stay awake

And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office

I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, makin' tea for the bosses

Makin free with me and I agree I got sleazy too easily

But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me

Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today

Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display and I'm drinkin'

Concerned about what's down the track if I don't get my family back



I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three

Boarded up probperly, I'll probably get pulled down

Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light

But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin'

Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin'

On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin'

And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse

But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use

There was a time when my walls were decorated

And under my roof children were educated

But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed

A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy

combats negative equitiy so that's it. Like violence it's drastic

I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack

somebody bring my family back