Cleopatra Street

Cleopatra Street:
Stucco ceiling with stars, stucco ceiling with stars looking over
Carpet three inches deep on the formative floors
Cleopatra Street:
Sidewalk covered in cars, sidewalk covered in cars every summer
Memories incomplete, but the feelings were ours

So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
We’re like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street:
I walked the same 30 yards, I walked the same 30 yards last October
It knocked me off my feet, how we reached for the stars
You and ‘Sally’ and ‘Steve’
Me and ‘Bobby McGee’, me and ‘Bobby McGee’ taking pictures
There’s nothing left to repeat
It’ll just have to be

So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
We’re like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

No one could tell us how we all have to move on now
No one ever let us see every side to this divine divide

So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
We’re like a chain gang
Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street:
Memories incomplete
That’ll have to be fine