I know this city’s streets, I love them most
but life has filled them all up to the brim
with past, and now I can’t see through the ghosts

I’ve lived here all my life, no other coast
has been my own, it’s filled me to the rim
I know this city’s streets, I love them most

so I found you with ease, and love, it floats
like seeds and grows like weeds, I should have trimmed
it then, but now I can’t see through the ghosts

long gone, but when you were with me, how close
I came to going with you, on a whim
“I know this city’s streets, I love them most”

how I was happy, how I used to boast
some women spend whole lives looking for him
at least they can: I can’t see through the ghosts

now I can’t drive these streets without a host
to guide me through, it’s like I’ve lost a limb
I know this city’s streets. I love them most!

I was once young, and from this town sprang hopes
that flourished on roads where chances were slim
and died on them; I can’t see through the ghosts

I loved you then. I know I’m not supposed
to love you still, but my heart sings its hymn
I know this city’s streets, I love them most
but as I go, I can’t see through the ghosts