There’s a boy With a little black dog There’s a boy With a little black dog And he looks At his watch For a while And the falling years Wash away his make up And the falling years Wash away his make up Just like rain On the fading snow He’s a lonesome streetside romeo You can see him from your window tonite This world’s a devided place, you know He’s awaiting you We’re all lonesome streetside romeos You can see us from your window tonite We all change our points of view Sometimes We’re awaiting you All the boys Are locked in a fortress All the girls Are locked in a fortress Just because It’s a crime It could be, It could be Flesh and blood In iron and steel Flesh and blood In iron and steel Just because It’s a crime It could be, It could be We’re all lonesome…