It's midnight down in sector two   Little girl walkin' dressed in innocence and cool   Only fourteen and dressed up for the score   Hold that breath now boy, he(? )   She dances, baby, to the beat   Of breaking glass and running feet      Down in white town   Down in white town   Down in white town      Oh, she comes home from work and grabs something to eat   Turn the corner and walks down her street   In a row of houses, chic, shiny and dirty and grey   Disappears like the scenery in another man's play   And as she dances, oh, to the beat   Oh the trooper stickin' dresses for the number on the sheet      Down in white town   Down in white town   Down in white town   Down in white town      Yeah, mr. outside, you're walkin' so free   If you turn your eyes so you don't see   You act like you're the hand turns the key   And you become the hand that turns the key   And no matter how I try I cannot understand   The way that they will turn a man   Into a stranger in his own land      Down in white town   (repeat to fade)