On Tenth Street

Do you remember where I was

When I came to your door

And I stood on your floor

With a torch in my hand?

Do you remember where you stood

When you said it was no good

For me to do anything else

But try and understand?

I remember all the things

Oriental boxes full of rings

And the paintings of the kings

I believed you knew

Now I stand here once again

Trying to see you as my friend

After all the times on end

That I've remembered you

But on Tenth Street there's only signs

And on my windows no venetian blinds

And in the slums the place never comes

With a view

I can't count the times at all

That I've sat and tried to thaw

My brain from the wall

Where I still see you

And there aren't too many kicks

In the pasted paper bricks

Of the hoping that some tricks

Will take my mind off you

I guess there's not much that I can lose

By setting out to play the blues

Or pretending that there's somewhere

I must run to

I could photograph the sky

And tell the world that is how high

I would get to if I ever

Really wanted to

But on Tenth Street it's still the same

And when it looks like it's going to rain

I'll just go out and try to find

Someone to blame

For how much I remember you

On the top of Cherry Hill

Where there's only time to kill

Since your uncle signed his will

And left it all to you

And what goes on now down below

Doesn't matter if you know

It's just a place now you can go

And have it wait on you

I remember when you said

That I'd never find you dead

In a place that would take your head

From what you knew was true

But now I'm turning up inside