Dark side of the street

(Al Stewart)

The keening of injured children

Runs through the house again

Bringing a smile to the gargoyle who lives at the end of the street

She’s painting confederate flags on garden gnomes

God knows what it’s about

She’s indiscreet

The rising of injured feelings

Runs through The South again

Bringing a smile to the newspaper editor at his desk

He is conducting an invisible orchestra

God knows what it’s about

He’s indiscreet

Heat of the moment

Missing the beat

He’s on the dark side of the street

Bumping across the water

A ship turns about again

Bringing a smile to the girl who was standing on the shore

He went in search of a way

He could find himself

God knows what it’s about

He’s indiscreet

A flurry of angry words

Spills out of her mouth again

Freezing the smiles on the faces in the servants’ silent rooms

She’d take it back in a heartbeat if she only could

Oh, God knows what it’s about

She’s been indiscreet

Heat of the moment

Missing a beat

She’s on the dark side of the street

Heat of the moment

Missing a beat

He’s on the dark side of the street

The screaming of angry stockholders

Fills up the room again

Bringing concern to the face of the well-tailored CEO

Who traded all his profits in for real estate

Oh, God knows what it’s about

He’s indiscreet

The keening of injured children

Runs through the house again

Bringing a smile to the face of the man by the barricade

Out of the rubble and dust comes an armoured car

God knows what it’s about

It’s indiscreet

Heat of the moment

Missing a beat

We’re on the dark side of the street

The keening of injured children

Runs through the house again...