Streets never seem to know her name

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You know the lonely kind
one who pretends to find
smiles in a place that looks so sad
she walks the darkest streets
for everyone she meets
why does she pay to hurt so bad

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name

In every guy she meets
out in the city streets
why does she look for what she’s had
seems just a mystery
throughout her history
finding her good in someone bad

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name

When the thunder is passin’ her by
and the fire quits burning
she can tell you
it never dies

Wonder why she flies
thunder should tell the wise
one heart is burning by the flame
she finds when she falls
no one will hear her call
streets never seem to know her name
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A baby in her blue jeans and a lady in her shoes

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She walked the roads like dancers
on the ropes of Mr. Kite
but I can’t hope to see her dancin’ anymore
the sun reveals the living things
not all the reasons why
she didn’t want to keep on dancin’ anymore

I listen to the radio
playing Elton John for me
with his voice I see her
dancing in the sand
she’s talking in her sleep
but every secret that she keeps
won’t put her back inside
the promise of my hand

But I can’t see her anymore
not out there dancing in the street
I see her heart and light inside
the eyes of lonely girls I meet

the voice that’s on the radio
sings a song that helps the bruise
of a baby in her blue jeans
and a lady in her shoes

Cause I can’t hear her anymore
she doesn’t call from down the street
and I’ll never see her dancing on
that rope below her feet
without a chance to feel the sun
she never has to lose
she’s a baby in her blue jeans
and a lady in her shoes ©

Epitaphs in motion

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There’s nowhere I can run to
and no love outside my door
she vanished like the genie
left these bottles on my floor
a light was shining through her eyes
reflected onto me
but last time I called to my love
no one remembered me
and my heart is filled with cigarettes
her departure birth of sin
cause the day she left my eyes
I watched her fade just like my grin
and nobody understands me
many nights and many songs
in a moments kiss
what felt dismissed
a place where I belong
I’m her epitaph in motion
six feet tall above this ground
I’ll keep driving looking for
the place where I can turn around ©