Streets are only what you make of them They're everyone else's and yet yours to pretend That you are the one meeting her there By the pavilion near the square Safe behind the bars of your imagination style Consulting with the rain to figure out If she's worth walking around in circles Streets are only what you make of them They're a maze for the one looking for somebody else Wall to wall I live in a pocket full of spears I think they're yours And nearly every locket that you gave me was made to fall Soon to be on the charts This lane has made me Ponder Street is where you want to go When the headline makes the news and you know Nothing in life is free I'm so very sorry young lady I would've combed my hair If only everything was meant to be Streets are only what you make of them They wear your colours you're absolutely everywhere If you were a girl waiting for someone Would you go back to the promise of love The lack there of precision is an understatement You know that I'm the one waiting for you on Ponder Street is where you want to go When the headline makes the news and you know Nothing in life is free I'm so very sorry young lady I would've combed my hair If only everything was meant to be