The Roads All Travelled

A wave of depression hit me down in Hope Street. Hair stood up on end, on a shortcut down Barber's Lane. Got a no-go from a cash machine, brooding in Bank Street. Bought some pharmaceuticals, trippin' down the High Street. Caught a nasty virus, browsing down Microsoft Way. People mean an' nasty - livin' down Friendly Street. Get a lot of funny looks strollin' down Queen Street. Just a lot of concrete, nothing grows in Park Lane. Fell down an' hit my crown - slippery in King Street. My mind went blank, stumbling down Memory Lane. Ain't got no soul, the residents of Shoe Lane. Shops are all closed downtown in Commercial Street. Couldn't get a Doctor - even down in Doctors Row. Felt so weak an' powerless, shivering in Strong Street. Don't know if there's such a thing as Easy Street. Felt a little lonely, solo down lover's Lane. Heard a blues band playin', blowin' down Tobacco road. Carrying a lot of baggage, struggling down Porter's Way. Barking up the wrong tree, down Chestnut Avenue. I took a wrong turning, heading down the road to Hell.