One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night we cut loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets Terry, we swore we'd live forever, takin' on them backstreets together.
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying Blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away
Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end. Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets