These streets are made for living
and for never growing old,
valleys built for laughter
and for souls already sold.
Ten thousand people waiting
for another sleepless night,
they walk the streets in search of
someone to make everything all right.
And the silence keeps on howling,
screaming in my head
and makes me think of something
that somebody out there said.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
And the buildings seem to breathe in
a never-ending breath
and the subways all show signs of
a never-ending death.
And the smell of something burning
is floating in the air.
Outside someone's crying,
but nobody seems to care.
And the silence keeps on howling,
screaming in my head
and makes me think of something
that somebody out there said.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
These streets are made for living
and for never growing old,
valleys built for laughter
and for souls already sold.
Ten thousand people waiting
for another sleepless night,
they walk the streets in search of
someone to make everything all right.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back, back on the streets again.
I'm back on the streets again.
I'm back, back on the streets again.