On a Saturday night, in the year of the summer of sam I was truly scared, for the first nine years I ran It was a mighty fine day in the usa I bet Wrote it on the back of my hand so I wouldn't forget Those uptown streets We all drive down They may be worn out, be at broken And yet, somehow They carry so many Of us to safety Those uptown streets We walk those now Gotta keep your eyes wide open all the time Gotta keep your focus on the bigger prize I was buying one at the corner store Riding bmx like a paper delivery boy Those uptown streets We all drive down They may be worn out, be at broken And yet, somehow They carry so many Of us to safety Those uptown streets We walk those now Yeah We still walk those streets We still walk those streets Those uptown streets We all drive down They may be worn out, be at broken And yet, somehow They carry so many Of us to safety Those uptown streets We walk those now