On Every Street - Dire Straits

1. There’s gonna be a record of you in some place

You’ve gotta be on somebody’s books.

The lowdown — a picture of your face

Your injured books

The sacred and profane

The pleasure and the pain

Somewhere your fingerprints will remain concrete

And it’s your face I’m looking for

On every street…

2. A ladykiller — regulation tatoo

Silver spurs on his heels

says — what can I tell you as I’m standing next to you

She threw herself under my wheels

Oh, it’s a dangerous road

And a hazardous load…

And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat

And it’s your face I’m looking for

On every street…

3. A three-chord symphony crashes into space

The moon is hanging upside down

I don’t know why it is I’m still on the case

It’s a ravenous town

And you still refuse to be traced

Seems to me such a waste

And every victory has a taste that’s bittersweet

And it’s your face I’m looking for

On every street.

And it’s your face I’m looking for

On every street…