|
On a dark street on a cold night pizza's cooking in a storefront oven on the corner a boy is waiting the moonlight feels cold and desperate some hidden sadness is bound down attention is all over town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound |
|
If these walls could sing, they'd sing us a hundred songs |
|
If these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along |
|
All along |
|
Tony's making sliced pies for the lunch rush stirring the sauce pounding out the dough his brother left town with his girl she ain't his girl no more and some days they seem to never end so mundane in this old town ready to burst open into driving burning exploding sound |
|
And If these walls could sing they'd sing us a hundred songs |
|
And if these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along |
|
All along, all along... |
| [3x] |
May all these walls we've made in our wasted years and days not stand in our way that we may feel the winds of change (change, change ) |
|
And if these walls could sing they'd sing us a hundred songs |
|
And if these walls could talk they'd say they'd seen it coming all along |
|
And if these walls could sing they'd say they'd seen it coming, coming, coming, coming, coming all along (And if these walls could talk) |
| [5x] |
All along |
