locust street
black crowes, the
burn the mill salt the paper
and its easy pick-ins on locust street
and you can't find love on locust street
but you can hear the sunrise crying
can't you hear the sunrise crying
and its easy pick-ins on locust street
and you can't find love on locust street
but you can hear the sunrise crying
can't you hear the sunrise crying
just a glimpse of what love could be
once a dream that i owned
what of many lonely longing souls
well at least i'm not alone
ripe off the vine now lay rotten
like a dead end street forever forgotten
and its easy pick-ins on locust street
and you can't find love on locust street
but you can hear the sunrise crying
can't you hear the sunrise crying