Marshall Crenshaw Follow

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 parade 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 old man, well, I guess I didn't see you there
Baby, take hold of my hand
It's like a surreal dream in three dimensions
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