
Cold Streets, rain runs down my face tonight.
No place to dream, no place to hide,
Just the sound of wheels and time.

Living out of a suitcase,
My heart in the rain.
Every road looks the same,
Every night calls your name.

Old coat, torn seams,
Another motel, another dream.
Static hums in the TV glow,
The night talks soft but moves so slow.

Living out of a suitcase,
My heart in the rain.
Every road looks the same,
Every night calls your name.

No more streets of silence,
No more one-night prayers.
You built a home inside me,
Now I’m already there.

Living out of a suitcase,
My heart in the rain.
Every road looks the same,
Every night calls your name. 

Living out of a suitcase,
My heart in the rain.
Every road looks the same,
Every night calls your name.


Wondering

Dirty Pretty Things

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