I dig the sound of the old street cars   Hooker's perfume and the shabby bars   That old cop who busted me   Never forgot my name      I dig the summer and the sticky sheets   The traffic and the litter and the jukebox beats   The night winds stir the old ghosts   And they haunt those less like me   They cry out loud and sound their warning   Your legends won't survive the morning light      They try   Back on the streets   Back on the streets      Now over in the corner stands Louie's Bar   The names have all been changed   And Louie's pictures in the frame   Back on the streets   He's in the hall of fame   So there you have your legends boy      Agnes lives alone on 42nd street   Badgered by a fat man's memory   Back on the streets   She won't get too far   Gettin' riddled in the dark      She cry's out loud and sounds a warning   Her memory won't survive the morning light      Oh but she tries   Back on the streets   Back on the streets      In a world that's sometimes cold   Where all is bought and sold   Like clothes we outgrow      Oh love is patient and it's kind   It never looks behind   Or changes its mind      Oh but they try   Back on the streets   Back on the streets   They die      Oh how they lie   Back on the streets   Back on the streets   Back on the streets they die   Oh how they try   Back on the streets   Back on the streets   They lie they lie they lie they lie