2nd Streets Have No Name (Live at Tropical Pizza)

(Have you ever turned away)
Second streets have no name,
(I'm the one who's in your way)
In the back lane of your house.
(Have you ever turned away)
I feel that today,
(I'm the one who's in your way)
We two are smiling.
(Have you ever turned away)
Second streets have no name,
(I'm the one who's in your way)
In the back lane of your house.
(Have you ever turned away)
I feel that today,
(I'm the one who's in your way)
We two are smiling.
Too many streets,
Too many streets,
Too many streets,
There's too many streets, without name.
Can see the sunset stripping your eye,
I will drive it down.
I will be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake.
I see movement in your eye,
To get away on your own.
I can see no wise understanding above,
Telling me to go.
And I want to waste the times of the tide, driving slow.
I am moving, to go slow.
You are higher, lost control
The only one who I don't to ever sawn, sunset in you eye.
I can see the pretty things, they're to come, far to go.
I see movement in your eye, to get away on your own.