DOWN ON TENTH STREET

AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY

AS WE SAT AT THAT BAR DOWN ON TENTH STREET
TELLING TALES OF THE TIMES
THAT WE KNEW BEFORE
HEARD THE CRACK OF THE SLAP THAT UNNERVED YOU
SAW THE LOOK ON THE FACE OF THE YOUNG GIRL
YOU ONCE WERE

AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY

BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY
OUT ON THE STREET, GETTING INTO A TAXI,
TEARS RUNNING DOWN
THROUGH STREAKS OF MASCARA
AND THEY DON'T SCREAM WHEN THEY
SEE WHAT THEY HAD, WHAT THEY LOST
HOW IT'S COMING BACK TO COST THEM PLENTY NOW

WHOA OH...

WASHING UP ON A SHORE DOWN ON TENTH SREET
BY THE DAY WE'LL BE GONE BACK TO IT'S OK
PEERING OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AT THE RUINS
RAVAGED CITIES, LOST CAMPAIGNS ALL FADE AWAY

AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY

WHOA OH....

Words and music by Ina May Wool and Daniel A. Weiss.
© 1998
Voice of Binky Music

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