I go down to the street
To watch the old beggars dying
The young girls with too much make-up on their faces
Beg forgiveness from their owners
Boys in their twenties with scars on their cheeks
And guns in their hands

And it's 11am and I finish my breakfast and I paid my bill
And I walk into hell once more

Oh yes, take my hand
Out along no man's street
Oh yes, take my hand
Out along inspiration street
Step by step, inch by inch
I'll look out for you
Along Romance Street

From my motel room
I shout insults at the people below
So they chant in unison,
'Hey won't you let us, let us go'
The telephone rings and the TV won't work
Yes and I'm making notes from what I observe
And the neon lights paint pictures on my wall
Of the boy and the girl dressed in leather and blue
And he says, 'Hey babe, can I make love to you?'

Oh yes, take my hand
Out along lonely street
Oh yes, take my hand
Out along desperation street
Step by step, inch by inch
I'll look out for you

Oh yes, when I sip my wine
From the money I made with the songs you gave
I wish I had you with me

Oh yes, take my hand
Out along lonely street
Oh yeah take my hand
Out along desperation street
Oh yeah take my hand
Out along inspiration street
Whoa yes, oh yes
One more time down on lonely street
Step by step, inch by inch, I'll look out for you
Along¦ Romance Street
Romance Street, Romance Street
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Out along desperation lane