On Every Street (demo) Songtext
von Dire Straits

There′s gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown, a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
Pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete

And it′s your face I'm a looking for
On every street


A ladykiller, regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says, "What can I tell you, as I'm standing next to you"
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh, it′s a dangerous road and a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat

And it′s your face I'm a looking for
On every street

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don′t know why it is I'm still on the case
It′s a ravenous town
You still refuse to be traced
Seem to me such a waste
Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

And it′s your face I'm a looking for
On every street

Yeah, it's your face I′m a looking for
On every street