05 These Streets

Cross the border

Into the big bad world

where it takes you bout an hour

just to cross the road

just to stumble across another poor old soul from

The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness

Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes

and it s harder than you think

to believe this sadness

that creeps up my spine

and haunts me through the night

and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos

suddenly the air smells much greener now

and I m wondering round

with a half pack of cigarettes

searching for the change that I ve lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me

I m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay

I ll get used to this eventually

I know, I know

where d the days go

When all we did was play

And the stress that we were under wasn t stress at all

just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from

walking by a high-rise to a landmark square

you see millions of people with millions of cares

And I struggle to the train to make my way home

I look at the people as they sit there alone

Life is good

And the sun is shining

Everybody flirts to their ideal place

And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them

Trying to pretend that they ve got some space

These streets have too many names for me

I m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay

I ll get used to this eventually

I know

I know

These streets have too many names for me

I m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay

I ll get used to this eventually

I know

I know

Life is good

And the girls are gorgeous

suddenly the air smells much greener now

and I m wondering round

with a half pack of cigarettes

searching for the change that I ve lost somehow

These streets have too many names for me

I m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay

I ll get used to this eventually

I know

I know

These streets have too many names for me

I m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in quay

I ll get used to this eventually

I know

I know