Street girl sits in the coffee shop Just waiting for the kids to stop Their laughing at her hair and broken teeth Her skirt is short and torn Since the day that she was born Into the family that is made of disbelief She’s standing on the corner Just pretending not to fear the drunk Suitor may or may not take her home
It’s the same old dance The same old fire That makes it safe through the night Just to feel that you are not alone Not alone She’d been up and down the shiny stairs Shadows only seem to care Corridors are made for tears Seen them fall down through the years We’re up the garden to the door I see the face that I once wore Tell me time has made a fall Things I leave behind Leave behind Leave behind Leave behind Leave behind
Street girl swears to the neon sign That tells her how to pass the time Of the fall and all the beauty that’s on trial She’s waiting for the man To put some fire in her hand You can see the fallen sadness in her smile She’s trying to find a road to choose Wipes the blood right from her shoe She thinks about the time she left her home
Same old dance Same old fire That makes it safe through the night Just to feel that you are not alone Not alone She’d been up and down the shiny stairs Shadows only seem to care Corridors are made for tears Seen them fall down through the years We’re up the garden to the door I see the face that I once wore Tell me time has made a fall Things I leave behind Leave behind Leave behind Leave behind Leave behind
Compositor: George Marcus Foster (Marcus Foster) ECAD: Obra #14177056