(Browne/maitland) Opens the show, the devil you know You're better off staying at home High on the grass and the lebanese Lying at home, what do you know You're better off hanging up the phone There's nobody there but the sound of the breeze And you can't deny there's a world outside With an earth and a moon and a sun in the sky You might die trying but you might find There's got to be love in the streets There's got to be love there for me I'm tired of believing a broken dream Ah yeah There's got to be love in the air Before someone kicks out my chair I'm through with believing there's no-one there It would make me feel alright If you would take me out tonight 'Cause I'd just love to spend the summer in the streets Faces that say you're well on your way You've only got to get through today Something's no good if it's in your way And lying at home is the devil you know You're better off hanging up the phone There's nobody there but the sound of the breeze (And)