President Street, where you'll find the sisters
praying over my city's heart.
While Union Avenue turns to its disciple
who feels the pressure heat coming on hard.
And if all was well and your heart could find the words.
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas.
And if tonight, my true love dared belong to me.
Now Juliet, she's smoking by the window,
saying stone-cold: "I believe in you, Romeo".
And the raindrops and the cars keep on falling from off the bars, blocking out a good song playing on the radio.
And if all was well and your heart could find the words.
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas.
And if tonight, my true love...
Well, I been down, I been out,
had my head and my heart kicked around.
I been down, I been out,
had my head and my heart kicked around.
And in the quiet in the night where Romeo's mind is burning, from putting all of his blood into them sermons...
And if all was well and your heart could find the words.
Would we be for better baby, would we be for worse?
And if there was a way to navigate your seas.
If tonight, my true love, she dared belong to me