The Streets

Song	The Streets
Artist	Soul Asylum
Album	Delayed Reaction (Deluxe Edition)

	It’s never quite complete,
	It’s never ever discrete
	But people just disappear
	And the people you meet
	They come from anywhere
	But not just anywhere
	They all got stories to tell
	They all got secrets to keep
	And meet by someone you like
	It may go get a fight
	Start feeling insecure, you think it’s something you like
	But as you’re passing by
	You kinda wanna cry
	You thinking ain’t a dream
	It’s in your life
	She keeps meoff the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	So I was shooting this shit
	Like I could handle it
	Like I could live on the door
	Running… And throw up crowd in a whole
	Where it gets too cold
	With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
	And once to call my own, … letting me someone, she’s in love with…
	Never cheat again,
	And yet the lie’s a joke
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	Hot … lava, when it finally breaks
	Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way
	Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash
	And then she bails you out
	And then you feel like an ass
	Where have you gone, …
	Got the self…you got nothing to eat…
	I’ll see you on the streets
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets.

	It' s never quite complete,
	It' s never ever discrete
	But people just disappear
	And the people you meet
	They come from anywhere
	But not just anywhere
	They all got stories to tell
	They all got secrets to keep
	And meet by someone you like
	It may go get a fight
	Start feeling insecure, you think it' s something you like
	But as you' re passing by
	You kinda wanna cry
	You thinking ain' t a dream
	It' s in your life
	She keeps meoff the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	So I was shooting this shit
	Like I could handle it
	Like I could live on the door
	Running And throw up crowd in a whole
	Where it gets too cold
	With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
	And once to call my own, letting me someone, she' s in love with
	Never cheat again,
	And yet the lie' s a joke
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	Hot lava, when it finally breaks
	Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way
	Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash
	And then she bails you out
	And then you feel like an ass
	Where have you gone,
	Got the self you got nothing to eat
	I' ll see you on the streets
	But she keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	She keeps me off the streets,
	But she keeps me off the streets.