Do you still walk the streets at night, with the wanderlust you fight
back to the corner, where we went our seperate ways
Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine
the veins that plough(?) beneath your path
So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
Back to the corner, where we went our seperate ways
now the carnival is going home