There's a boy with a little black dog
there's a boy with a little black dog
and he looks at his watch for a while

and the falling years wash away his make up
and the falling years wash away his make up
just like rain on the fading snow

he's a lonesome streetside romeo
you can see him from your window tonite
this world's a devided place, you know
he's awaiting you
we're all lonesome streetside romeos
you can see us from your window tonite
we all change our points of view sometimes
we're awaiting you

all the boys are locked in a fortress
all the girls are locked in a fortress
just because it's a crime it could be, it could be
flesh and blood in iron and steel
flesh and blood in iron and steel
just because it's a crime it could be, it could be

we're all lonesome...

gold/1987