Was walking down 10th Street Was going to see my friend I know he always understands me Even when I am being evasive We both move slowly our own ways Sometimes I ask him to speed up Sometimes I just stare out the window And he drives us home from Canada Now the dogs are awake And the wind sweeps down my street And the world feels cold and clean I was walking down York Street I was going to see my friend I know when the world gets too noisy She covers up my ears When I'm awake in the early in the morning Still spinning from last night She talks me down, down, down to the ground Where I stand frozen in her searchlight Now the dogs are awake And the wind sweeps down my street And the world feels cold and clean