Lyrics:

1991 album On Every Street
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler

There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown picture of your face
Your injured looks

The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm lookin' for on every street

A lady killer regulation tattoo
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

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
Seemed to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face I'm now looking for on every street
Yeah, it's your face I'm now looking for on every street