Take to the streets

And the cyclist stops at the end of the road
Looks to the left and the right
Catches pedestrian eyes
And the heartbroken face
Walks under flashing green lights
He watches her lips start to move
As she whispers the words
‘Let’s take to the streets’

The pedestrian stops at the end of the day
Takes off his shoes and his coat
Looks at the clock on the wall
And the night sky outside
He watches the days disappear
Lying face down on the bed
With a thought in his head
‘Let’s take to the streets’

So you take the railways, I’ll take the Post Office queues
You take the high streets and I’ll take the old bingo halls
We’ll sing along with every song in Zanzibar clubs
And dance ’til we drop
Browsing old west end galleries
Drinking in east end hostelries
You and I we’ll take to the streets
And shake the anonimity that comes with city
We’ll count to three, then take to the streets

And the cyclist stops at the end of the road
Looks to the left and the right
Catches pedestrian eyes
And the heartbroken face
No longer shuffles along
Under the flashing green lights
Without a smile on her face

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