The Chats – Out On The Street

Haven’t seen ya this old before
You age a year in a week
I barely recognize ya anymore
Now you’re out on the street
Out on the

I don’t know if ya ever found
Somewhere to put up ya feet
You pushed away the ones ya push around
Now you’re out on the street
Out on the
Out on the street
Out on the street
Now you’re out on the street

You wouldn’t listen to any of us
You couldn’t accept defeat
Couldn’t take it without makin’ a fuss
Now you’re out on the street
Out on the

Thought you had it all sorted out
Thought you had it all beat
But then the punches came back around
Now you’re out on the street
Out on the
Out on the street
Out on the street
Now you’re out on the street

Couldn’t find a line to toe
Out on the street, nowhere else to go
Couldn’t find a line to toe
Out on the street, you’re all on your own
Couldn’t find a line to toe
Out on the street, nowhere else to go
Couldn’t find a line to toe
Out on the street

Out on the street
Now you’re out on the street
Out on the street
You’re out on the street
Out on the street
Now you’re out on the street