One soft, infested summer   Me and Terry became friends   Trying in vain to breathe   The fire we was born in   Catching rides to the outskirts   Tying faith between our teeth   Sleeping in that old, abandoned beach house   Getting wasted in the heat   And hiding on the backstreets   With a love so hard and filled with defeat   Running for our lives at night, on them backstreets      Slow dancing in the dark   On the beach at Stockton's Wing   Where desperate lovers park   We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings   Huddled in our cars   Waiting for the bells that ring   In the deep heart of the night   They set us loose of everything   To go running on the backstreets   Running on the backstreets   Terry, you swore we'd live forever   Taking it on them backstreets together      Endless juke joints and Valentino drag   Where famous dancers scraped the the tears   Up off the streets, dressed down in rags   Running into the darkness   Some hurt bad, some really dying   At night, sometimes it seemed    You could hear that whole damn city crying   Blame it on the lies that killed us   Blame it on the truth that ran us down   You can blame it all on me, Terry   It don't matter to me now   When the breakdown hit at midnight   There was nothing left to say   But I hated him   And I hated you when you went away      Laying here in the dark   You're like an angel on my chest   Just another tramp of hearts   Crying tears of faithlessness   Remember all the movies, Terry   We'd go see   Trying to learn to walk like the heroes   We thought we had to be   And after all this time   To find we're just like all the rest   Stranded in the park   And forced to confess   To hiding on the backstreets   Hiding on the backstreets   Where we swore forever friends   On the backstreets, until the end   Hiding on the backstreets   Hiding on the backstreets