From the recording Love In Flats

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Down The Street

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Bags in tow under my eyes. I've seen the highest lows and lowest highs.
I went past shallow hills and a valley deep just to find you livin down the street.
Stopping lights and the docking yards, under the satellites and the dying stars.
I went over fields and a rocky beach just to find you livin down the street. Just to find you livin down the street.
Now when I holler, he comes runnin. Oh my baby keeps me comin.
He gives me what I don’t know that I need.
Every time I’d chase the wind I’d only find your face again.
So I’ll lose my shoes and rest my tired feet.
And find you livin down the street.

Gravel voice and pavement roads. I heard some empty noise from the noisy shows.
I followed love on hollow leads just to find you livin down the street.
I took some bitter drinks from fruitless vines, all the jagged brinks and stony climbs.
The beating drum had got me beat and I found you livin down the street. I just found you livin down the street.
Now when I holler, he comes runnin. Oh my baby keeps me comin.
He gives me what I don’t know that I need.
Every time I’d chase the wind I’d only find your face again.
So I’ll lose my shoes and rest my tired feet.
And find you livin down the street.

Through alley ways and Raleigh haze, I was searchin for some brighter days
And someone I could be someone to.
Through dead canals and live corrals and old-time men and good time gals,
I wondered til my wonderin was through. And I happened to happen onto you.

Bags in hand and ragged skies. I saw some golden bands and broken ties.
I took careless rides at breakneck speeds just to find you livin down the street.
Faulty starts make happy endings, and hardened hearts take hearty mending.
Now to the wind I must concede. I found you livin down the street. I just found you livin down the street.
Now when I holler, he comes runnin. Oh my baby keeps me comin.
He gives me what I don’t know that I need.
Every time I’d chase the wind I’d only find your face again.
So I’ll lose my shoes and rest my tired feet.
And find you livin down the street.