Chris Rea

Guitar Street (2000)

There's a crazy sense of duty
And he licks between his fingers
Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands
There's a strong determination
That's his teachers never witnessed
Never close enough to understand
Through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down
Down guitar street

He's like a bull just bred for fighting
And he don't deliver nothing
Outside the only thing he knows
Mama Papa don't know what to say
They know he's gonna leave them anyway
Take a look cos there he goes
Down guitar street