Well the cans on the sidewalk, they ain't worth kicking
The street lights are broke up, but they keep on flickering
Step on a crack, she ain't coming back
Even a blind man could likely see that.
And these streets are empty, except for the dark
And they've locked up the gates and closed down the parks
And the soda machine, at Charlotte and Queen is as empty as my heart.
And the lights of the diner, even seem brighter