Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a pavement Sittin' on a city pavement
the pavement cracks All my water colors fade to black I'm goin' nowhere and I'm ten steps back All my dreams have fallen flat Love don't show in the pavement
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey Chim chim cher-oo I does what I likes and I likes what I do Today I'm a screever and as you can see A screever's an artist
knew my place Should I leave it there? Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements Should I just keep on chasing pavements? Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements
Mount the pavement lick the pavement clean You say you want honesty well it's the puppets who pull the strings no one's got the bottom to our heads and
When we used To say goodnight I'd always kiss And hold you tight But lately You don't seem To care You close the door And leave me Standing there Oh
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And
Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze Asked the driver nicely, "I need a lift, I need release" The sand in the boats on the rose-covered floats
After the glow, the scene, the stage, the set Talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the
Hey lady, what do you need? Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it'
Got struck by the first volley Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves
Silent kid no one to remind you You got no hands, to reelers to remind you Silent kid don't take your arm shot Home, on the road, you got to take it Silent
Down in Santa Rosa over the bay Across the grapevine to L.A. We got desert, we got trees We got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly
Lane driver The forces against you, the rain I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing
Five minus four equals unity Five minus four equals unity Yeah, baby, ooh With impunity Impunity A bottle of red A bottle of white I'll take my chances
