i remember we were 10 years old, that's when i knew the street was on fire
i could feel it through my bedroom walls, the heartbeat and the desire
or with my nose pressed up against the glass, in the back seat of my parents' car,
eating dinner down at me jan lows, between the glasphalt and the stars
i remember 16 years old, the street was learning our name
from sherman's to ted's every word that was said, burned into my brain.
trying to decide who we would be, not seeing who we already are.
eating dinner down at me jan lows, between the glasphalt and the stars
i remember 21 years old, i thought the streets were mine
from the market to the bay, upstairs in no fish today, the whole city was my valentine
making music, we were just making it up, making love behind the marble bar
still eating dinner down at me jan lows, between the glasphalt and the stars
now these glasses aren't rose,
its as plain as the nose on these good olds of hit and run
still now and again, sitting here with you my friend.
better days are still to come
now i walk these streets that dance to a beat that i can barely recall
or that i never knew, and all that it grew, begins to bend and then fall
as it should be and then there's you and me, and a piano and a guitar
(singing about) eating dinner down at me jan lows, between the glasphalt and the stars
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