On Blonde Street - Stephen Bishop

Well the sun pokes through blonde street

And shines on the cracks

On the walls and the heartaches

And they never shine back

Patsy clutches her rosary

And from her window she sees

Lots of social interaction

From the people down on blonde street

Through the peephole she sees the landlord

Who’s come for more than her rent

He says, «I'm kicking you out pronto

Unless your body gives me consent»

But patsy won’t give into just any guy

Crushed like a grape

From where she must hide… you see

Life is not her cup of tea… yeah

But she says

«I wanna live on blonde street

I wanna live on blonde street»

There’s a baby in the next room

Watchin' some guy die on TV

There are lovers in the basement

Havin' some kind of touchin' spree

Down the hall there’s young Jimbo

Who’s got his heart in hell

'Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant

Is going on sally Jesse Raphael

Patsy laughs at her girlfriends

They’re tryin' to marry someone rich

They all hang around the sofa and say

«Hey, ain’t love a bitch?»

And mars is a planet

Where she’ll find her man

She’ll sail through the black hole

Till it’s his arms she’s in

With eyes like walnuts and cinnamon skin

She won’t be living the life of a nun

And that’s what she gets

Well the sun pokes through blonde street

And shines on the cracks

On the walls and the heartaches

And they never shine back

Her memories don’t mean nothing

So she throws them away

Like that night in his bedroom

When he looked just like

A young Hemingway

And she was the, «catch of the day»

Now she’s walkin' down blonde street

Where there’s so many places to hide

She’s got a river of denial

Of what’s locked up inside

But she just wants to fly

And she says

«I wanna live on blonde street

I wanna live on blonde street»