ТекстThese 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 alright
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
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 alright
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
Ну что тут скажешь?) Все-таки old school не переплюнешь.
Слушаем семидесятые и хипуем)