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THE STREETS OF EVERMORE

On your way to work, as you drove today,
did it seem like a long ago dream.
Did the crowd and the worry fade away,
like a passing misty scene.

You carefully watched, through windshield and mirror.
Your hands moved the usual way.
Your feet knew the pedals; destination grew nearer.
Did you feel like a role in a play ?

Chorus
Well, you're not alone. You can know there are others.
Though neither of you will speak of the feeling.
It's a sort of a code, between sisters and brothers.
Pretending we live in a room with a ceiling.
Playing our part, day by day - as before -
on The Streets of Evermore.

When you run in the rain, does the shelter seem safer?
Or is it just a game and you're making believe ?
You want to pretend that the doorway's a haven,
and the rain is a curtain for changing the scene.

When you look in the eyes of your dearest lover,
are you making believe they're the love of your life ?
When you grow older, you won't fear to discover,
you're two different people, but at last - it's alrght.

Chorus
Well, you're not alone. You can know there are others.
Though neither of you will speak of the feeling.
It's a sort of a code, between sisters and brothers.
Pretending we live in a room with a ceiling.
Playing our part, day by day - as before -
on The Streets of Evermore.


( © - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )

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