On a Saturday night, in the year of the Summer of Sam
I was truly scared, for the first nine years I ran
It was a mighty fine day in the USA I bet
Wrote it on the back of my hand so I wouldn't forget

Those uptown streets
We all drive down
They may be worn out, be at broken, and yet somehow
They carry so many
Of us to safety
Those uptown streets
We walk those now

Gotta keep your eyes wide open all the time
Gotta keep your focus on the bigger prize
I was buying one at the corner store
Riding BMX like a paper delivery boy

Those uptown streets
We all drive down
They may be worn out, be at broken, and yet somehow
They carry so many
Of us to safety
Those uptown streets
We walk those now

Yeah
We still walk those streets
We still walk those streets

Those uptown streets
We all drive down
They may be worn out, be at broken, and yet somehow
They carry so many
Of us to safety
Those uptown streets
We walk those now