The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
To these streets
Brazen and broken
Never known
No other way
Won't let the facts
Strangle the story
Won't let the facts
Get in the way
Ain't what I need
But I took what I came for
Ain't what I said
Mouthful of straw
Circus nights
Each one a stranger
All expectant
All a blur
Let go
Roll to a close
Let go
The sleepwalkers know
That these proud streets don't cry at all
These proud streets don't cry
These proud streets don't cry at all
Tonight I will be gone
I am frightened
Fear gets expensive
I am thirsty
Wanting you more
Good as gone
Plans have been scuttled
Drinking you straight
Straight to the door
Let go
Roll to a close
Let go
The sleepwalkers know
That these proud streets don't cry at all
These proud streets don't cry
These proud streets don't cry at all
Tonight I will be gone
Nothing going in
Now I kiss the hand
Nothing going in
Now I kiss the hand
Kiss the hand
Kiss the hand
These proud streets don't cry at all
These proud streets don't cry
These proud streets don't cry at all
Tonight I will be gone
I will be gone
I will be gone