Streets Of You - Deportees

If you’d write a map

Would you mark my spot

Would you position me

And come take me back to the streets of you

I won’t be hard to find

I’ll be that blinking kind

On your radar screen

Please take me back to the streets of you

I turned every stone

I read between the lines

I even asked a stranger

But I couldn’t find the streets of you

I ain’t the begging type

I ain’t the helpless type

But I ain’t to proud to ask

Please take me back to the streets of you

That would make me cry with a smile on my face

I wanna tell them about the love we share

The plans we made, the thing’s we’ll say

In the morning time, night time and every time

Leaving you has never been, on my mind, not here

In the streets of you

They call it make-believe

I wanna make you see

That it’s a love you feel

And that’s the love that counts in the streets of you

I feel I’ve been heard

It’s time for me to serve

So here’s to standing up

In a clear blue day in the streets of you

That would make me cry with a smile on my face

I wanna tell them about the love we share

The plans we made, the thing’s we’ll say

In the morning time, night time and every time

Leaving you has never been, on my mind, not here

In the streets of you

There ain’t no, ain’t no lovin'

Ain’t no place I would rather be

I don’t wanna leave you

I won’t do, I won’t do