Lyrics:

Blonde hair in a greasy spoon
All night cafe called the New Moon
I hope someone remembers soon
Hey I've got a tune
Long hair and red guitars
Loud R & B in a quiet bar
When nobody had a car
We've come so far

Now the boys got no money to buy
And the girls they walk around wondering why
So I won't write your name up on the door
'Cause the streets don't tell no stories any more

Fine scent running round my brain
Rich high living down a bleak back lane
I hope I can back there again
Maybe I can explain

Well every place goes through a time
When the life flows like wine
It seems like you just can't go wrong
And the music lasts so long
You don't think it can ever end
But it does my friend

City sleeping just like a top
Good night's loving, so bad to stop
I hope nobody calls the cops
While we're still on top
Old loves pushed into the past
Hot summer dancers cool at last
Why do those moments move so fast
I always ask

Now the boys got no money to buy
And the girls they walk around wondering why
So I won't write your name up on the door
'Cause the streets don't tell no stories any more