All the girls walk by dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie woogie on the corner of the street
And the people passing by just stare with the wild wonder
And the inside jukebox roars just like thunder
Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window, I’m staring while my coffee goes cold
Look over there (Where?)
There, there’s a lady that I used to know
She’s married now or engaged or something, so I’m told
Strolling along minding my own business
Well there goes a girl and a half
She’s got me going up and down
She’s got me going up and down
Walking on the beaches lookin’ at the peaches
Well, I’m a standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
Ready or not here I come
Gee that used to be such fun
Apples peaches pumpkin pie
Who’s afraid to holler I?
That’s a game we used to play
Hide and seek was its name
Oh ready or not, hear I come
Gee that used to be such fun
When we were at school our games were simple
I played the janitor, you played the monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What’s the attraction in what they’re doing
Hey Carrie Anne
What’s your game now, can anybody play
Hey Carrie Anne
What’s your game now, can anybody play
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
Along the way, yeah
In this great future, you can’t forget your past
So dry your tears, I say, yeah
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Dry your eyes, mate, I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate, I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now, it’s over
Taking my time
Choosin’ my line
Tryin’ to decide what to do
Looks like my stop
Don’t wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you
Seems to me
You don’t want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away
Just walk away, Renée,
You won’t see me follow you back home.
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same.
You’re not to blame.
-“BB”-
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
As I’m going down, I will wear a frown,
Soon I’ll be part of the street where you live.
And O! that towering feeling just to know somehow you are near
That overpowering feeling that any minute you’ll be standing on my ear
You tell me this town ain’t got no heart (well, well, well, you can never tell)
The sunny side of the street is dark (well, well, well, you can never tell)
Maybe that’s cause it’s midnight, in the dark of the moon besides
Maybe the dark is from your eyes (maybe the dark is from your eyes)
Maybe the dark is from your eyes (maybe the dark is from your eyes)
Maybe the dark is from your eyes (maybe the dark is from your eyes)
You know you got such dark eyes!
Nothin’ shakin’ on shakedown street, used to be the heart of town
Don’t tell me this town ain’t got no heart, you just gotta poke around
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That keep me inside
I want to reach out
Touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Well you think you’re gonna find yourself
A little piece of paradise
But it ain’t happened yet
So girl, you better think twice
Don’t you see, no matter what you do
You’ll never run away from you
And if you keep on runnin’
You’ll have to pay the price
To work it out I let them in
All the good guys and the bad guys that I’ve been
All the devils that disturbed me and the angels that defeated them somehow
Come together in me now
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door and let 'em in
This lot are not happy heroes
Just better actors
A hundred and one dilations
And fifty seven varieties
Outside with the empties
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
Keep banging the door
I won’t answer the phone
I won’t answer the door
Sorry I’m not home right now
I’m walking into spiderwebs
Leave a message and I’ll call you right back
And it’s all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter, matter, matter, matter who calls
I’ve got to screen my phone calls
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s busy, too busy to come to the phone
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s tryin’ to start a new life of her own
Sylvia’s mother says Sylvia’s happy so why don’t you leave her alone
And the operator says forty cents more for the next three minutes