Between the Houses

There's gotta be a better place than bourbon street on a Friday She don't want hand grenades or hurricanes Got had by a shoe shiner just to hear his speech Now every time they ask her where she got those shoes She says "I got them right here on my feet" In a dive bar off the boulevard down an alleyway She smiles and I can tell this is what she's talking about And the brothers gathered round the jukebox She said "I'm just passing through" Put a quarter in and played her song The whole damn room approved They like her style and I do too You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping You don't want the praise when you lose Beneath the streets, between the houses All you want is a little truth East side of the village up in New York City Late nights running round trying to find the underground Hidden bars and speakeasies Convinced there's another world Of things we're missing out on And all you want is to unfurl to the wind Blow the roof off this whole town You don't want fake rain while you're sleeping You don't want the praise when you lose Beneath the streets, between the houses All you want is a little truth And I want to say I admire how you go Seeing all the best in everyone Between the houses and the billboard signs All we want is a little truth All we want is a little truth