Down your street, everything's fine As long as you're at work by five to nine And if the local church bells chime on time Everything's fine
Down your street they fight against change With missiles pointed at them, isn't that strange? They don't want their world rearranged Ain't that strange?
When they're fighting bloody wars on the next block But a single shot would send a shock All down your street
Five nights a week I took the longer way home Just to wish for a chance to love her again I'd drive by that house knowing that she was sleeping inside Tonight she's with a richer man And down her street everything's fine Down her street everything's fine Maybe down your street, maybe everything's fine Wish it was on mine.