Side
Streets
(c) 2002 Elam Blackman
broke
winged angel what's your angle truobador
night is wrestling day I'm a different
man than I was
the day before
there she is a vision of what's to come
she places the reddest rose between
barret and thumb
thank
god for days you can't predict
full of side streets
cuz the old travelled roads they just
don't click
what
are we? but a fleeting moment of truth
straddeling the future and days of our
youth
circle round to the challenge you've
found
all there is is to meet it. you don't
have to take it
down
thank god for
days you can't predict
full of side streets
cuz the old travelled roads they just
don't click
the
imagery of your name
brings me back to a familiar place again
I love what the night becomes when I'm
alone
I get a feeling... I am not going home
thank
god for days you can't predict
full of side streets
cuz the old travelled roads they just
don't click
"the
night is empty" I sing that's what
I do
you were here but now you are traces
and residue
thank
god for days you can't predict
full of side streets
cuz the old travelled roads they just
don't click