HOME TOWN/DARK STREETS.

THE LAZY GREY OF EARLY MORNING STREETS,

BEFORE THE LITTER RISES TO THE WIND

THE CINEMA LIES LOW IN RESTLESS SLEEP

ANOTHER DAY BEGINS.

A PURPLE CURTAIN DRAWS ACROSS THE DAY

THE STREET'S AWASH WITH RAIN AND ORANGE LIGHT

THE MERRYMAKERS MAKE THEIR MERRY WAY

THE RIVER DARKLY WAITS FOR TIME AND TIDE

CHORUS.

THESE STREETS HAVE GIVEN ME MY MEMORIES

TIME AND TIME AGAIN THEY TAKE ME HOME

HERE'S THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF ME

THIS IS MY HISTORY

AND I COULD NEVER LEAVE

WINTERS SILVER TOUGH, IS ON THE GROUND

THE BREAKFAST TRAFFICS TIMID ON THE FROST

SNOW MAKE ITS WHITE PROMISE IN THE CLOUDS

THE TRADERS COUNT THE COST

SPRING IS LIKE A FLUTTER ON THE BREEZE

CHILDREN SPILL ONTO THE SUMMER GREEN

AUTUMN POURS ITS GOLD ACROSS THE TREES

AND WINTER DARKLY WAITS FOR HALLOWEEN.

CHORUS

POWDER PINKS DISSOLVE TO BABY BLUES

AND PRIMARY COLORS FLOOD THE EARLY YEARS

MYTHOLOGIES PRESENT THEMSELVES AS TRUTHS

TO HELP YOU THROUGH YOUR FEARS

AIRMOUNT GAVE THE ROAD THAT TAKES YOU HOME

AND FRIENDS TO HELP YOU WIN OR LOSE THE GAME

ALL FOR ONE BUT ONE MUST FALL ALONE

AND MARBLE DARKLE WAITS TO BEAR YOUR NAME.

   WORDS….PAUL FOSKIN          MUSIC…..PAUL GRANT.

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