Street talk

Ain't always pretty
Ain't always warm
Ain't always dry
When it storms
It ain't always sweet
Ain't always fine
But it's familiar
An' it's all mine

Hot in the summer
Cold christmas time
Wet in the spring
But fall can be kind
Sleep in the park
My bed is free
Layin' in the dark
It's what i see

In the street
I know my way around
I can be myself
Alone or
In a crowd

Sometimes i admit
It's not much fun
Sometimes lonely
Under the sun
Sittin' on benches
Sometimes i walk
Man if these alleys
An' streets could talk

People don't know
How i came to be
Lost my poor mary
Sick as could be
I started to drink
My sorrow away
Lost everything
So here i will stay

In the street
I know my way around
I can be myself
Alone or
In a crowd

No ain't always pretty
Ain't always warm
It ain't always dry
Tough when it storms
Like a thief on a cross
Sometimes i bleed
But i know the street
An' the street knows me
Like a thief on a cross
Sometimes i bleed
But i know the street
An' the street knows me