Lyrics & Music: A. Smith
There’s an invocation of passionate rites a
Saxophone plays somewhere out in the night
The children run to the city of light street
Urchins, angels, street hearts and the like they
Chorus
Run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back to the streets they
Always return to the rock ‘n’ roll beat
Yeah back to the streets they run
The girls hang up their typists sweaters for
Faded denims asian scarves and dirty leathers
Daytime make-up with dolly eyes
Makes way for horror shadings
Under neon skys they run
Chorus
Flashing looks from adult eyes
Practised in mirrors so many times she’s
Counting the studs on the crotch of his jeans
Wondering who and where he’s been and where they’re going
(sax solo)
Chorus
The night hides ages scars and lies
You can be who you want
Change your name change your size
The music bonds
The night disguises
A tumbling cartwheel
Full of surprises…. they run
Chorus
