Streets of Your City

Unpublished

Walking down the streets of your city.
Is it the thunder that I hear,
or the midnight train a-calling
through a night so damp and still?

Kansas moon barely shining
bright enough to be seen.
Through the doorway of a tavern.
No place to go. No one to see.

Thinking about all of the trouble
I have seen from town to town.
And how some people they find pleasure
in driving somebody into the ground.

Jukebox plays, “Yes, I’m lonely.”
A man with a pipe wrench in his hand
screams at his wife for doing something
she never did. I don’t understand

what it is that drives a person
to take a life that they don’t own.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder
what goes on inside of them homes.

That I pass while I go walking
down the streets of your town.
How long can a person go bumming,
until they no longer can settle down.

A Baptist Church asleep on the corner.
A streetlight breaks into the fog.
Slipping on ice, sliding on water.
You better watch out, so you don’t fall.

Thinking about when I was so much younger.
Wishing that was that young again.
But back then I wished I was older.
Now what do I do now that I am?

Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long 1976; Renewed 2025 | BMI

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