"She said, 'Please,
There's a crazy man standing outside my door
I live on the corner of a dead end street
At the end of the world.'

Oh, and the rocks out in the heart fall
And she dreams her way to life
And she knows no one will lift her
So she might as well do it herself

And then bummed out and worried
Of leaving city life
But all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street..." DJM