What are you saying? What are you saying to me? What do you want me to believe? Everything you said turned out wrong. Busted and broken or dead and gone. There’s an old light coming up over the ridge with a stone cold heart and very thin skin. Now, darkness falls like a lightning flash. It takes all the present and erases the past.
Who’s going to save, save me from the dark side of the street? Who’s going to save, save me from the dark side of the street?
Every time I’m walking, I’m moving slow. Looking for something but for what I don’t know Talking to myself in rhythm and rhyme. I swear to God, I think that I’m losing my mind.
Who’s going to save, save me from the dark side of the street? Who’s going to save, save me from the dark side of the street?
Who’s going to save, save me? Who’s going to save, save me? Who’s going to save, save me? Who’s going to save, save me?