Backstreets Songtext
von Maria McKee

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we were born in
Catching rides to the outskirts
Tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house
Getting wasted in the heat

To go hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Picking 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 of everything

To go hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Terry, you swore we'd live forever
On the backstreets, just you and me, baby, together


Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scrape the tears up off the street dressed down in rags
Running through the darkness, some went back, some really died
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 on me, Terry
It don′t matter to me now
When the breakdown ended midnight, there was nothing left to say
When I hated her and I hated you
When you went away

You're lying in the dark like an angel on my chest
Another tramp of heart crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see?
Trying hard to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
After all that time to find we′re just like all the rest
Huddled in our cars, we′re forced to confess

To hiding on them backstreets, yeah
Terry, you swore yourself to me
On the backstreets, you and me, baby
You and me, baby, you and me


Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
It's all right
We go hiding on them backstreets tonight
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on the hood
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on them backstreets
Hiding on the hood
Hiding on them backstreets
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Thank you
God bless you, God bless you
God bless Bruce Springsteen
God bless Ryan Hitchcock