Marshall Crenshaw

This Street

Marshall Crenshaw


Music and screams on this street of twisted dreams 
People staring (into space) and talking (to themselves, get it?)

Baby let's keep walking 
Pretend I'm a king and you're a queen 
this is our paradee and it goes on endlessly 
And then it's not so bad, you see, to live 
on This Street 
I turn my eyes to the passing scene 
old and young and in between 
driven along by the pounding beat 
all hurrying by 
down this street 
Sorry ole man well I guess I didn't see you there 
Baby take hold of my hand 
It's like a surreal dream in three dimension(s) 
Always pay attention out here on this street 
When I'm restless for no reason or rhyme 
I wander away from time to time 
The roar of my wheels always sounds so sweet 
But I hurry back to this street 
This street 
Won't you come on down with me 
Can't find any place where I'd rather be 
This street 
Hope my luck is still secure 
Never know what's waiting by the door 
Come take my hand 
It's like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly 
It's really not so bad, you see 
to live on this street