A Street

I cried for you this morning  

And I’ll cry for you again

But I’m not in charge of sorrow 

So please don’t ask me when  

There may be wine and roses

And magnums of champagne

But we’ll never no we’ll never

Ever be that drunk again

The party’s over

But I’ve landed on my feet

I’ll be standing on this corner

Where there used to be a street (4)