Cleopatra Street

Cleopatra Street, stucco ceiling with stars

Stucco ceiling with stars looking over

Carpet three inches deep

On the formative floors

Cleopatra Street, sidewalk covered in cars

Sidewalk covered in cars every summer

Memories incomplete

But the feelings were ours

So you take two of everything

And put it in your measuring cup

You can have the joy it brings

Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street, I walked the same 30 yards

I walked the same 30 yards last October

It knocked me off my feet

How we reached for the stars

You and Sally, and Steve, me and Bobby McGee

Me and Bobby McGee taking pictures

There's nothing left to repeat

It'll just have to be

So you take two of everything

And put it in your measuring cup

You can have the joy it brings

Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

No one could show us how

We all have to move on now

No one ever let us see

Every side to this divine divide, divide

So you take two of everything

And put it in your measuring cup

You can have the joy it brings

Think you've got it all sewn up

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

We're like a chain gang

Chipping away at the same thing

Cleopatra Street, memories incomplete

That'll have to be fine