Jack Erdie "Every Broken Street" |
Every broken street in my old town Holds a memory of friends Standin' up to fight, or fallin' down Comin' round to make amends We huddled under bridges As the prisoners of rain Rode out to the boroughs In an empty old coal train Silent in the night Each to his own feeble dreams of far away All for play. Down the wood trail to the river shore Through the cans and the broken glass Sharin' cigarettes and macho lore Chuggin' booze and a-cuttin' class I felt the sleepy fetters Of complacency set in. Man settles into notions Like a wolf into a den Squanders the unknown For the crumbs of shelter and camaraderie Not so, me. If I never said, Farewell, old friends If I never did explain If I simply disappeared and then Never was I seen again I felt no lack of love for you. I did it out of need. To perish there among you, Or be separately freed For I knew too well How those broken streets seduce the indiscreet Lord, how they cheat! Farewell, love heal your hell. So long, hope make you strong. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |