these streets

cross the border, into the big bad world where it takes you 'bout at hour just to cross the road just to stumble across another poor old soul from the dreary old lanes to the high street madness i fight with my brains to believe my eyes and it's harder than you think to delay the sadness that creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night life is good and the girls are gorgeous, suddenly the air smells much greener now and I'm wandering around with a half pack of cigarettes searching for the change that I've lost somehow these streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know where'd days go when all we did was play and the stress that we where under wasn't stress at all just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from walking by a high rise to a landmark square you see millions of people with millions of cares and I struggle to the train to make my way home I look at the people as they sit there alone Life is good and the sun is shining, everybody floods to their ideal space and the children all smile as the boats shuffle by them trying to pretend that they've got some space these streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know these streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know life is good and the girls are gorgeous suddenly the air smells much greener now and I'm wandering around with a half pack of cigarettes searching for the change that I've lost somehow these streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know these streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know I know, I know, 'cause you keep telling me so