This Street， That Man， This Life - Cowboy Junkies

This Street, That Man, This Life - Cowboy Junkies
This street holds its secrets
Like a cobra holds its kill
This street minds its business
Like a jailer minds his jail
That house there is haunted
That doors a portal to hell
This street holds its secrets very well
That man wears his skin
Like a dancer wears her veils
That man stalks his victims
Like a cancer stalks a cell
That mans soul has left him
His hearts as deadly as a rusty nail
That man sheds his skin
Like a veil
Lord you play a hard game
You know we follow every rule
Then you take the one thing we thought wed never lose
All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safe
And if its in your power please purge the memory of this place
This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea
Soft and distant calling like a fading memory
This life has its victories
But its defeats tear so viciously
This life holds its secrets like the sea