The Heartbeat of the Streets
Cold sidewalks and the bitter gloom of spoiled love
It's a thief who rules the night where I come from
Hearts are the troubled dew residing on the grass blades of early morning
On one street a white picket fence
On the next a five dollar wench
Just let me walk these streets as king just only once
And with that thought my heart is soaring
It's in the ruins of the night I see myself
That wayward path that I’ve been on since I was twelve
These lost abandoned folk can be my guide
The night will be my horse and I will ride
Across the beaten pathway lost in time
The only sympathy I want tonight is mine
For now I will not leave the man who stares
Just begging for a pittance unawares
It's only right that he should get a couple bucks
Maybe some halls to wash the taste of sour luck
A slice of pizza for a junkie goes so far
Cause no one else will give a damn under the stars
And I know that I should be at home asleep
But it calls to me, the heartbeat of the streets
I'm not too fresh to walk in step with weary feat
I'm not too smart to risk a mugging or the beats
I'm not too scared because I'm only scared of me
It's only dangerous if you live it dangerously
...And if you say I've lost my mind you're probably right
But I think society was out to lunch last night
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