Back to the Streets

Well, there's an invocation of passionate rights
A saxophone plays somewhere out in the night
The children run to the city of lights
Street urchins, angels, street hearts in the light

They run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back in the streets
They always return to the rock and roll beat
Yeah, back to the streets
They run, they run

Well, now the girls hang up their tapest sweaters
For faded denims, asian scarves and dirty leather
Daytime make-up for Dali eyes
Makes way for horror shootings under neon skies

They run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back in the streets
They always return to the rock and roll beat
Yeah, back to the streets

Flashing looks from adult eyes
Practiced in mirrors so many times
She's counting the studs on the crotch of his jeans
Wondering who and where he's been
And where they're going

Ooh, they run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back in the streets
They always return to the rock and roll beat
Yeah, back to the streets
They run, they run

Well, now the night hides ages, scars and lies
You can be who you want, change your name, change your size
The music buns, the night disguises
So tumble and cartwheel, fall and surprises

They run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back in the streets
They always return to the rock and roll beat
Yeah, back to the streets
And they run back to the streets
Their hearts beat back in the streets
They always return to the rock and roll beat
Yeah, back to the streets
They run, they run

They run
And they run
And they run
And they run
Look at 'em run
Ooh