Between The Houses

There's gotta be a better place than bourbon street on a Friday

She don't want hand grenades or hurricanes

Got had by a shoe shiner just to hear his speech

Now every time they ask her where she got those shoes

She says: I got them right here on my feet

In a dive bar off the boulevard down an alleyway

She smiles and I can tell this is what she's talking about

And the brothers gathered round the jukebox

She said: I'm just passing through

Put a quarter in and played her song

The whole damn room approved

They like her style and I do too

You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping

You don't want the praise when you lose

Beneath the streets, between the houses

All you want is a little truth

East side of the village up in New York City

Late nights running round trying to find the underground

Hidden bars and speakeasies - convinced there's another world

Of things we're missing out on

And all you want is to unfurl to the wind

Blow the roof off this whole town

And I want to say I admire how you go

Seeing all the best in everyone

Between the houses and the billboard signs

All we want is a little truth