Division St. Girl

Painted up division street girl

She's a pretty denim queen

Bird of paradise eyes

Bird of paradise dying eyes

But I could sight read those slangy lips

I could sight right those hips

And anyway out loud she says:

Hey sucker

Are you lonely?

Well, that's alright

You don't have to say anything

I can always tell when

You lost something big

Something real big

Well, we all did

A jukebox in an empty room

Conjures up the blues

They got my song on it

Want to dance?

Cause it's just you and me and the gravity

You and me down on division street

And it's like we've landed on the enemy's side

And the other guys all quit

And they left us with nothing when they split

Except the cold and the quiet

And the blues to sing about it