Streets of Calgary

Scarecrows painted up like dolls
Hang between the concrete walls
Didn't have too far to fall
From where they started out
Beneath the streetlights' masking glare
The stillness of the midnight air
And the quiet of the passing stare
The car that turns about

The empty streets this time of night
The ever-changing traffic light
You stand there higher than a kite
Too high in your high heels
Stroke your hair and stand demure
As if you really weren't sure
If you're the catch or you're the lure
But I know you know the deal

The empty streets this time of night
The ever-changing traffic light
You stand there higher than a kite
Too high in your high heels
Stroke your hair and stand demure
As if you really weren't sure
If you're the catch or you're the lure
But I know you know the deal

The midnight world was passing by
And I crossed the street and I caught your eye
And in a voice as hard as nails you sighed
"Do you want some company?"
"No thanks," I said and crossed the road
And then I watched you in the street below
Among the cars that move so slow
Through the streets of Calgary